He once had everything: a perfect family, sincere friendships, and a life others envied.
Until a voice began to whisper: Everything you have is an illusion.
When perfection developed cracks and sincerity revealed its disguise, Jiang Sheng did not sink into despair over what he had lost. Amid the ruins of falsehood, he saw the truth of the world.
Now, facing the “author” who had secretly arranged his fate, he tears apart the tragic script handed to him.
“Since you wrote all of this, ”
“Then I’ll just have to rewrite the ending for you myself.”
