"What exactly are you trying to say?" Xu Qian asked.
"I remember you telling me that your livestream viewership had been declining for quite some time."
"And?"
"And then you suddenly met your Prince Charming, someone outstanding in every way, who just happened to offer you everything you had always longed for—taking you to live on the Fourth Layer. After that, barring any surprises, you would accept his proposal, announce the news on your stream, and bid farewell to your fans. That would remove you from the public eye, which was exactly what they wanted, because it meant that no matter what happened to you afterward, no one would know."
"How could that be? Even if my viewership has been falling, I still have more than four hundred thousand viewers," Xu Qian said.
"But once you retire, those people will quickly flock to other streams. You know that yourself, don't you? For the first few weeks, people might talk about you, and newspapers might run stories about you marrying into wealth. But soon enough, the buzz will die down. A few months later, aside from die-hard fans like Electronic Sheep, most people will have forgotten your name."
Xu Qian fell silent. As a streamer who had clawed her way up from a newcomer to become moderately well-known, she naturally knew how cruel this industry was. There was no shortage of newcomers waiting for their chance to rise. Not even Tang, once wildly popular and hailed as the perfect streamer after setting record after record, was mentioned much anymore.
Yet Xu Qian still found it hard to accept Zhang Heng's speculation.
Especially when one side held the life she had always dreamed of, within easy reach, while the other was a horrifying abyss that made her blood run cold. What to