I quietly watched Leah King's interview as she spoke about her journey: starting to perform on stage at eighteen, rising to stardom at twenty-four, and then, nearly thirty, suddenly falling from grace. She became a third-tier celebrity, relegated to background roles and variety shows, existing like a backdrop, with most people scorning her for her disgraceful behavior.
"So, what do you think this period of your life means for your career?"
"I think everyone goes through the same thing. This rollercoaster of ups and downs made those years unbearable—it was my lack of self-respect that caused it. Still, this experience is especially important to me; it's a bold stroke in my career. It helped me see a lot more clearly. But if you just try a little harder, there's always a chance."
I watched Leah King in the video, her sweet smile on display. At that moment, the host asked another question.
"Miss Leah King, is there anyone in your life who is especially important to you? After all, you came from Willow Orphanage, and you've mentioned before that after you became famous, you lost all restraint. This period had a huge impact on you."
"I really hate someone. Maybe it was that person who gave me the drive to move forward."
The audience was in an uproar. Leah King began to recount how, at the height of her fame, she was once kicked by a woman from behind while on a flight. The incident left her with soft tissue injuries and a fracture, forcing her to cancel a concert in another city. From that moment, her downward spiral began.
"So, would you say this person was the one who woke you up, Miss Leah King?"
"No, I actually really hate her. After all, she just went ahead and did it. You know, she kicked me right out of my seat from behind—how rough do you have to be to do something like that?"
Watching the joking people in the video, I frowned, glaring at Leah King in anger. I haven't paid much attention to her these past few years, but I didn't expect her to talk about me like this. Rage surged through my body. If I were there, I'd tear her apart and tell everyone what really happened.