"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

Outside the film set, streetlights cast long streaks of light.

Snowflakes danced in the halo of light.

Several support vehicles were parked quietly by the roadside, their light signs glowing softly in the night, displaying the words "Miho Nakayama".

As the wind rustled through the treetops, they pulled their coats tighter, but none of them left. They stood quietly in the night, like shadows waiting for the starlight to fall.

A Crown taxi slowly drove up and came to a steady stop at the entrance.

Several fans suddenly stood up, their eyes all fixed on the taxi door.

Through the car window, the silhouette of a woman gradually became clearer as the taxi moved.

"Who is that person?"

A fan asked a friend next to him.

"I don't know, but she was definitely visiting the set, maybe she's a friend of one of the actors."

"Could it be a friend of Zhongshan-chan?!"

"How could that be? We all know Zhongshan-chan's friends, it can't be." Someone pursed their lips, shook their head slightly, and turned to leave.

"Wait, the film crew has opened the door, and a man is coming out!" someone exclaimed, startling everyone around.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

"Who is this?"

A blurry yet upright figure pushed open the door and stepped out, revealing a warm yellow light inside.

A fan squinted, gazing into the distance, his head bobbing from side to side, and pointed at the figure, saying, "It looks like the male lead of this drama, that Sakamoto Yu."

"Sakamoto? Who is that?"

"Oh, I remember now, wasn't there a rumor that he was just creating hype..."

"Eh~ I'm not interested, I don't care."

Miho Nakayama's fans exchanged glances, shook their heads, and dispersed.

Just then, a girl in the crowd suddenly stood up excitedly, "Sakamoto-san, where is he?"

The girl hurriedly stood up and threw off her coat.

She quickened her pace and squeezed into the crowd, her reckless behavior drawing the ire of her fans.

"Ah! It really is him, Sakamoto-san!" The girl kept standing on tiptoe, raising her arms high and waving them towards the distance.

The other fans exchanged glances as they watched her excited expression.

"What's there to get excited about?" someone said, scoffing.

"It's just a man, speechless."

"So she's her only fan? I knew she wasn't very proactive. Is she really that charming?"

Someone else chuckled, nudged the person next to her, and pointed at her, saying, "I think she's just desperate for a man, hahaha!"

Just then, a cold wind blew by, and everyone shivered unexpectedly.

Someone took out hand warmers, but no one offered her any.

The girl stood there all alone.

"Oh, how pitiful. If that person can't see this, she'll be so disappointed." Someone nearby felt sorry for her, glanced at her, and whispered in their companion's ear.

"Who told her to like it? No way, she's been waiting here for a week. If she wanted to give up, she would have left long ago," the fan explained, shaking his head.

The girl paused in her waving motion, lowered her head, and her smile faltered.

Suddenly, she remembered something and exclaimed softly, "Oh dear! I almost forgot!"

She hurriedly ran to the material storage area. Her belongings were crammed into a secluded corner, so she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a neatly rolled-up banner.

Without time to unfold it properly, they quickly returned to their original positions, deftly unfurled the banner, and held it high above their heads.

The words above are clearly written: 【I will always support you—Sakamoto-chan!】

...

Sakamoto Yu pushed open the door and stepped out, gently shaking the snow off his shoulders, tightening his coat, and exhaling a puff of white mist.

The car door slowly opened, and a pair of tall boots stepped onto the ground first.

Sakamoto Yu immediately reached out to steady her: "Be careful, the ground is slippery."

Kudo Shizuka's cheeks flushed slightly. She used his strength to get up, her hands unconsciously gripping his arm tightly.

With a "bang," the car door slammed shut.

After paying the fare, Sakamoto looked up at the hopping figure in the distance and whispered, "Wait for me here for a moment."

Shizuka Kudo looked towards the crowd of fans in the distance.

Just as Sakamoto was about to leave, she grabbed his arm.

Sakamoto looked over with a puzzled expression.

Kudo Shizuka took a hand warmer out of her bag and handed it over.

"Bring a hand warmer when you come to visit the set."

Sakamoto Yu took it.

Kudo Shizuka rolled her eyes at him and speechlessly opened her bag to show him.

There were several hand warmers in the bag.

"These are all for you, humph! You don't know what's good for you." She glanced at Sakamoto Yu, then lightly patted him to urge him on.

"Alright, go on, your fans are getting impatient."

Sakamoto Yu held up the hand warmer. "Yeah, thanks." He smiled slightly. "Wait for me here."

With that, Sakamoto walked quickly toward the girl.

In the distance, the petite figure held the banner up the highest point, tiptoeing slightly, each breath sending up white steam in the cold air.

Sakamoto Yu quickened his pace.

The soles of my shoes crunched softly on the half-melted snow.

"Sakamoto-chan!!!"

As the blurry figure drew closer, the girl's voice sharpened, her chest heaved rapidly, and she increased the frequency of her tiptoeing.

"Don't jump, be careful not to fall."

He looked the girl over carefully.

The girl's nose was red from the cold, and her lips were purple from the cold.

Without saying anything else, he first put the hand warmer in his hand into the girl's palm, and then took out two 5,000 yen bills from his pocket and put them into her palm.

"You must be cold. Put this on quickly, or you'll get frostbite."

"Take this with you, take a taxi home, and be careful."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted the girl's head, his touch incredibly tender.

The surrounding noise suddenly stopped.

The female fan who had felt sorry for her earlier was stunned when she saw Sakamoto Yu's face and didn't say anything more.

Those who had mocked her stood there motionless, their expressions unreadable.

The girl who said she "lacked a man" opened her mouth but didn't make a sound, then turned her face away.

The person who sneered pressed her lips into a thin line, quickly lowered her head, and stared at the ground, as if there was something on the ground that was worth her attention.

A group of people were frozen in place, their breaths rising like plumes of smoke, completely silent.

Several fans who hadn't come over yet saw the commotion and jogged over.

The streetlights fell on Sakamoto Yu, highlighting the clean and sharp lines of his profile.

His eyes softened as he reached out and patted the snow off the girl's shoulder.

The fans who followed were all stunned when they saw this scene.

One of them blurted out:

"So handsome..."

"The way he patted my head was so gentle. I wish he could comfort me like that too~"

"He's looking at me."

"He's not looking at you, he's looking at me."

A few more people joined in.

The gasps and exclamations made the few female fans, who were full of superiority, feel like they were being pricked by needles.

The fans who were mocking the girl exchanged glances.

They quietly retreated, slipped behind the crowd, and hurriedly left.

Sakamoto Yu didn't linger. He patted the girl on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the gate, leaving a trail of deep footprints.

The girl stared blankly at his retreating figure, clutching the banknotes tightly in her hand.

The person next to her reached out and shook her, and she came back to her senses.

"How much did he give you?" someone asked curiously as they approached.

"Wow—10,000 yen! Sakamoto-san is so generous to his fans!"

"Are you... are you crying?" The person next to her noticed her reddened eyes and asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the girl hastily wiped her face, cupped her hand to her mouth, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Sakamoto-chan! I'll always support you!!"

"I will absolutely not spend this money; I will treasure it in my diary!"

The girl screamed and jumped up, the banner was unfurled again, and her shouts echoed throughout the street.

Sakamoto Yu jogged back, his breath dispersing in the white mist under the streetlights.

Kudo Shizuka slipped a hand warmer into his pocket: "You gave it to me?"

"Hmm." Sakamoto Yu nodded.

Kudo didn't say anything, but went behind him and patted his back twice with his palm.

"Why did you suddenly decide to visit the set?" Sakamoto asked.

"When was the last time we met?" Kudo hummed softly.

In fact, Shizuka Kudo was thinking about something else entirely.

According to Watanabe, his lover this time is played by Miho Nakayama, the famous national idol.

"Miho Nakayama... how is she?"

Sakamoto Yu didn't expect her to ask this, and thought for a moment:

"His business skills are alright, but he's a bit stubborn."

"stubborn?"

"They say they don't care, but they actually care more about that type than anyone else." Sakamoto Yu chuckled. "It's quite interesting."

Shizuka Kudo nodded, said nothing more, and went inside.

Is that interesting?

She pondered the word over and over in her mind, but couldn't quite grasp its meaning, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

"Let's go." Sakamoto Yu pushed open the door and stepped aside to let her go in first.

Kudo Shizuka walked past him and entered the film crew's office.

The corridor lights fell on the two of them, while the wind and snow behind them were shut out by the door.