[Brothers Conflict] A Formidable 'Rival'

Liu Yuzhenyan is a woman who can lie through her teeth with a straight face, spinning tales as dazzling as the sky. Up close, she's a performance; from afar, she's still the same. Onstage and off, she sings of every facet of the world and acts out the desolation of life. She once met someone who treated her so well that even she was jealous of herself. Later, a despairing coldness that kept her from feeling any warmth, even beneath the sun, consumed everything she had, past and future alike. This tragedy will come to an end. In his eyes, that slender shadow always seemed so frail. Every word and every heartbeat of budding affection was like sunlight filtering through gaps in the branches along a tree-lined path, casting dappled patterns that fell in delicate flecks, carrying a touch of warmth. I once heard that liking someone is a word with two sides, containing selfishness, desire... and countless little mistakes, tangled up in a mess of complicated feelings, all stuck fast to that heart with a hole in it. Synopsis+ "Hey, my fans tell me I really like you..." "Ah, little Zhenyan, you don't need to worry. I find it strange too, but it's true, yes, I like you." "Can affection that asks for no response really be that devoted? Or are you saying you'll be moved?" "I thought I could use this identity. As long as you don't fire me, I'll follow you for the rest of my life." I like them too, those warm things, the strength that lets me keep living. But the unknown, the known, the missed, the things that are no more... The river of time gradually flows toward the darkness of the unknown, smearing those painted colors into a mess and finally washing away the figures who once warmed and dazzled your world. Aside from the characters and the opening plot, everything in this story is original. Please don't compare it to the anime or game. If you don't like it, click away. This is a wish-fulfillment story, so please don't flame it. The inspiration came from one of the author's nightmares QAQ. Updates are irregular. When inspiration strikes, I'll write a bit.