The Amnesiac Top-Tier Star Gets Kissed by His Rival!

[Two male leads + both sexually inexperienced + showbiz + healing + fighting over each other + secret crush + dark obsession + a touch of everyone-falls-for-him!]

After waking from a failed suicide attempt, Lin Zi'an discovered that his memories were stuck on the night of his debut at eighteen, while the person in the mirror had a twenty-three-year-old body and eighteen-year-old memories.

His Weibo was packed with accusations of sleeping with fans, demands that he get out of showbiz, and graphic, blood-soaked black-screen pranks. In his hand was the diagnosis the doctor had given him upon discharge: “Severe depression, failed suicide attempt, amnesia?”

Severe depression? Failed suicide attempt? Amnesia?

At twenty-three, Lin Zi'an might have been driven to severe depression and suicide by all the hate online, but what did that have to do with eighteen-year-old Lin Zi'an?

Eighteen-year-old Lin Zi'an only knew that he was famous enough to be infamous.

Just as he prepared to return to showbiz, his rival Pei Yan shoved him against a dressing-room mirror and called him “wife.”

Everyone knew Pei Yan was Lin Zi'an's rival, but this rival called him “wife” every time they met?

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Everyone knew Pei Yan was the real king of showbiz. He'd reached the top as soon as he debuted.

Despite being completely tone-deaf, he released one new song after another.

Despite having no coordination, he treated broadcast calisthenics as a dance routine.

Until one day, Lin Zi'an discovered that the mysterious person who'd paid his exorbitant breach-of-contract fees when he was at his lowest,

the sasaeng fan who'd broken down his door and saved him on the night of his suicide attempt,

and that unidentified key,

were all him...

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The first time Lin Zi'an was called “wife,” he fought back with all his might.

The ninety-ninth time Lin Zi'an was called “wife,” he accepted it in numb resignation.

The nine hundred and ninety-ninth time Lin Zi'an was called “wife,” he thought, Damn it, why does it sound kind of nice...