and carried onto a stretcher.

They had been rescued.

Realising this, Yu Le’s consciousness began to sink little by little into the relief that was nothingness.
Finally, he no longer had to care.

He thought he was dead.

When he woke up, though, he was lying on a desk.

The impact of the car accident was too real; there was no way it had been a dream.
He was still in shock, and the world he was seeing as he looked around seemed a lie.

“Am I dreaming?” Whispering, he stood and looked around the unfamiliar room.

In front of him was a desk.

Its surface was neat and tidy, with a small medicine bottle knocked over near some scattered white pills.

The most conspicuous item was a picture frame.

The first thing Yu Le noticed was not the pills, but rather the boy in the photo who was shining as he held a violin close to his chest.

He was stunned as a strange sour emotion sank into his heart.

There was a sense of suffocation as he subconsciously covered his chest.

Eh, this hand?

In the next second, his brows furrowed as he stared at the thin, pale, and slender fingers on his chest.

The more he looked at them, the more wrong they became.

Hurrying to the mirror, as expected, a strange face stared back at him.

The face was handsome with clear grey pupils.
Those were the only features with any familiarity to him; the rest made up a completely different person.

He reached up to his face, hesitating to touch it, but his hand eventually landed on his lips.
Or, more specifically, on the small mole next to his lips.

“No way…”

Even with an imagination as poor as his own, he couldn’t help but think of his cousin as she sobbed her heart out for the supporting lead, who seemed perfect in every way.
Perfect, except that he ended up the most miserable character in the novel!

The moment he realised this, information began to flood into his mind.

This was the world of a novel.
Before the main protagonists met, the original host had had a horrible nightmare.
Yes, he had dreamed about the subsequent development of the novel.


In order to prevent the tragedy he had foreseen, he had decided to kill himself in advance.

In this room, at this desk, he had taken that small white pill.

As a result, after taking the medicine, the several personalities did disappear one after another, but there seemed to be a strange mix-up in fate as well.

The most notable being that Yu Le, a dead man, was inexplicably reborn into this empty body.

He inherited the original owner’s memory, but because his mind had been so chaotic before he died, there seemed to be very specific memory loss.
The long-term memories from the past still seemed fine, but the closer the date was to taking that medicine, the harder those memories were to grasp.

“Ah,” Yu Le sighed, “The original owner was really a fool.”

After digesting the scattered memories left to him, he frowned, “Sacrificing himself for a hopeless love.
Obviously he could have avoided the tragedy, but chose to use the most decisive method available.”

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Of course, Yu Le was sympathetic to the original owner; after all, he had inherited his body and memories.
Possibly even his tragic fate.

But it was too late for him to regret now.

At least when his cousin had complained to him, he could have had more compassion for the original owner.

Compared to his previous nonchalance, the current situation seemed to be retribution.

Looking to the left of the boy in the photo, he saw the young man standing silently behind the violinist with his slightly pursed lips and stiff smile.

Yu Le lowered his eyes, “Don’t worry, although I might occupy your body now, in exchange I won’t let any tragedy come to you or the ones you loved.”

He quickly accepted his situation and started cleaning up the room.

After searching around, he piled all the things he had found meaningful onto the desk with the photo frame.
An old music box, a video camera, and the picture.

The photo was displayed at all times, placed in the most frequented area of the room.
As soon as someone walked in, their eyes would meet it.
The photo showed the boys as teenagers, one bright and the other dull.

The music box was treasured in a small compartment of the wardrobe.
Carefully maintained, it was still able to play even after so many years had passed.
Opening it up, an unknown violin piece was played.

Yu Le grimaced as he listened; it sounded as if a beginner was struggling to learn.
Searching the memory of the original owner, this music box seemed to be a gift from Zhu Luo to him ten years ago.

Both the photo and the music box were related to Zhu Luo.

Just by looking at them, strange emotions flowed in his chest, a mix of envy, joy, and pain.

Stroking the items gently, he relished the residual emotions one last time before sighing, “Don’t worry.
I will live on your behalf.”

The next second, with a bang, he swept the desktop clean, throwing everything into the trash.


“Everything related to Zhu Luo should be thrown away.”

Although he sympathised with the original owner, he already understood that everything related to Zhu Luo would lead to an unfortunate, tragic future.
He didn’t want to humour even the slightest thought of that outcome coming true.
Quickly looking for a black trash bag, he started to deep clean the room.

The work proceeded in an orderly manner as the bag grew full.

While Yu Le was thinking about what else to get rid of, the doorbell suddenly rang.

“Did I disturb the neighbours?”

Opening the door with garbage bag in hand, he was stunned still as he stared at the person standing outside the door.

Just from the photos that he had found, he knew that Zhu Luo was a person with superior looks.

He didn’t expect that the real person was even more amazing.

His eyes were clear with long thick eyelashes covering them, like brushes pulling at other’s heartstrings; his black eyes were like gemstones as they shone with various emotions, shining with a scorching brilliance.

Without a smile, his face seemed cold and noble, like frost on an unreachable mountaintop; but once a smile graced his face, the spring breeze seemed to melt away any ice as flowers bloomed.

The admiration left in the original owner’s body began to stir.
He subconsciously called out his name as he stood there, “Zhu Luo….Why are you here?”

“What’s wrong, can’t I come in?”

Every move that Zhu Luo made was like a magnet to him, tempting him to fall forward into his embrace.

“A Yu?” Seeing his friend in a daze, Zhu Luo frowned, his tone a little anxious.

Coming back to his senses, he shrank back into his apartment, hiding the bag in his hand behind his back.
Avoiding Zhu Luo’s eyes, he stared at the ground while he spoke, “It’s nothing…I just didn’t expect you to come over so suddenly, that’s all.”

At this time, Zhu Luo noticed the huge garbage bag, “A Yu, what’s that?”

Yu Le suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

Thinking of the framed photos and mementos that he had treated as trash, he touched the tip of his nose as he avoided the question, “It’s nothing, just some useless garbage I was going to throw away.”

 

Hey, this is my new project~

It has much longer chapters than my last, almost double the length, so I probably will only be uploading one chapter a week, but I will try to be consistent.
I hope that everyone enjoys!!

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