"There isn't any clear standard, really."
Wei Zijin lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously brushing over the fabric of the dress.
"It's just... getting over a million followers, or having more programs and events reach out to collaborate with me. Those are all forms of recognition for me personally."
"It feels like I've hit a plateau now."
"The people I interview are all ordinary students, so it's hard to make the content stand out."
"Unless there's a big hook, like a particularly tragic life story or finding fame at a young age, the traffic is pretty average."
"Like Nono?"
"Right." Wei Zijin nodded. "You gave me the idea for this series, so I have to finish it. The traffic is actually pretty good already. Maybe I'm asking too much."
"Once I finish this series, I'm considering whether to do interviews with successful people for the next one. There'd definitely be more viewers."
Wang Xiaoliang didn't respond right away.
A strange sadness welled up in him.
"It's really sad," he said quietly. "Ordinary people can only get noticed by selling their misery or turning their lives around, while successful people are always the stars in the spotlight."
"What's even crueler is that some people are born in the spotlight."
Wei Zijin gave a slight shudder.
She turned and looked earnestly at Wang Xiaoliang, seemingly not expecting him to say something like that.
After a long while, she nodded solemnly, expressing her profound agreement.
Seeing her lost in thought, Wang Xiaoliang didn't want her to stay caught up in her worries about work.
He reached for the dress and waved it in front of her.
"Come on, put this dress on again and let me see. You didn't wear it long enough that day. I didn't get my fill."
Sure enough, Wei