After I Quit Showbiz, the Genius Singer-Songwriter Panicked

After I announced my retirement, everyone applauded. The only one who objected was Zhou Yao, my boyfriend’s rumored girlfriend and a newly acclaimed songwriting prodigy. In front of a crowd of reporters, she put on a show of false sincerity. “It’s all a misunderstanding. Senior Shiyu is an indispensable talent in the music world, and I sincerely hope she’ll return to it.” I turned off my phone and ignored her public appeal. In my previous life, my work was exactly the same as her original single. Online commenters called me a plagiarizing bitch and said my whole family should die. I couldn’t accept it, so I posted every step of my creative process, but nothing could outweigh the publication times of our finished works. Her new song came out ten minutes before mine. Because of those ten minutes, online commenters sent me funeral wreaths and photos edited to make me look dead. Some even came to my home and splashed paint on it. Years of relentless cyberbullying left me with depression. My parents spent all their savings trying to clear my name, but her crazed fans set their house on fire and killed them. Finally, on the day her original song won an award, I jumped from a high-rise. But when I opened my eyes again, I had somehow been reborn on the day our new songs were released.