Who was he? What was he doing? Where was he?
These were the questions that kept repeating in his mind before he started to remember everything slowly. He was Yang Jingshen. 27-year-old first-tier actor in China. Talented with stunning good looks– there were many who would say that it was hard to find young actors with similar temperaments to him in this country's entertainment circle at present.
Soon– soon he'd become another film emperor in their country. Adored by millions and with endless future possibilities.
Hmmmmm?
Why was he thinking like this? Like someone reciting a record of deeds by a distinguished person, or… a record of crimes? How weird!
More importantly, what's with this feeling? Like he was floating– so weightless! No, wait a minute! It wasn't a feeling… more like he wasn't actually feeling anything at all. As if he was in the void amidst an endless nothingness.
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