The handsome man took a seat on the plane, rested his head on the seat, narrowed his eyes, corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted.
Thoughts, as well as he, flew towards City Y, desired moments of rest and early retirement. Julien was an actor, he wasn't the Film Emperor, but he never lacked the popularity and loyal fans. The films and series he starred in have always been well received by the public and critics. Everyone would call his career and life successful, but where the eyes of others didn't reach was hard work and loneliness.
At the age of 8, Julien ended up in an orphanage and spent there the rest of the years until coming of age. He was too old for anyone to adopt him, and the parents who died in the accident apart from good genes didn't leave him a fortune or any inheritance, nor did they have kind relatives. Fortunately, the child's nature didn't allow him to get lost in mourning.
Excellent grades, first place in various competitions, later odd jobs and acting school and finally working in this profession, that's all he was focused on until now. It can also be summarized this way - no vacation and no love life.
The flight time passed slowly, especially when he was sitting passively it tended to get longer. The man's gaze fell on the seat next to him, specifically on the book lying there. He was alone in the cabin, even the flight attendants were out of sight. For lack of better options and boredom, he began to read. The novel was called "Mark Me". It was a typical BL in the world of ABO and if not one of the characters had the same name as Julien, the book would probably have been thrown where it originally was.
The character he follows turned out to be cannon fodder in a battle of love dilemmas between the protagonist and a second male lead, a hidden villain.
Julien laughed quietly and softly said: "You are a very pitiful child".
He mentally criticized the plot and the author, he had found matching adjectives like 'shitty' or 'hopeless' and then the entire plane began to shake. After a few seconds the alarm went off, the oxygen masks fell out and he could feel that the plane was going down dangerously.
He shouted with traces of panic in his voice: "What's going on? Hello? Anyone hear me?!"
Julien could feel nothing but blind terror, his stomach clenched and his body went cold with dread.
It is not true that before you die life flashes before your eyes, the only thing he had in mind was: 'No! I'm not willing to die!' The hidden ruthlessness stirred up in the deepest depths of his heart.
The plane descended until it hit the ground.
This evening TV reporter announced: "Julien Baume, 30, Star of 'Seven Personalities' dies in crash." Soon after news of his death broke, colleagues and fans turned to social media to express their shock and grief.
Many beautiful photos and comments emerged on Weibo.
[Mr Emperor: Brother I will miss you very much. I am absolutely speechless. Heaven has gained a new Angel. Rest in Peace.]
[In The Forest: My heart hurts, it's broken. No one can convince me that this is real.]
[Tarzan: We find our strength in his light.]
[Gary The Snail: Your humble spirit was felt from the start, wherever you blessed your presence you always left a mark. You will forever hold a place in all of our hearts.]
He opened his eyes once again. Blinked.
[System: Welcome to the novel "Mark me".]
Huh? Plane? What the hell… he was alive? That was a dream?
Something didn't feel right. He was alone in the cabin, now all seats near him was taken. His clothes looked different and... this was not his hand, his hands were not this pale and tender. Julien rushed out of the seat and found a toilet in a hurry. He looked in the mirror and then stood petrified.
Impossible.
The boy in the mirror looked outstanding, his deep and flawless face was like a work of art, no matter from which angle of observation, he was perfect. The star-like bright peach blossom eyes were wide open in shock. He absentmindedly placed his fingertips on his cheek.
Julien originally looked handsome, but compared to now his facial features fell dull.
[System: Please, don't panic. The host is safe and can live in this world.]
He was startled. Next, he recalled a mechanical voice he heard when he woke up.
[System: I am here.]
[System: ... the host is currently in the novel world of "Mark me". You take the body of that pitiful cannon folder Julien Baume.]
He heard of many rebirth and transmigration novels before, but never thought that kind of thing would happen to him.
Julien didn't ask System if he can come back, because he could feel there is no way.
He was dead in that world.
He tilted his head and cast a sidelong glance to the boy in the mirror. After accepting this fate, he gently exhaled, and his tense emotions relaxed.
The corners of Julien's mouth tugged up and he suddenly lightly chuckled: "Good, I have planned a vacation."