Han Nian is a pushover.
He spent ten years as a backup, silently watching the person he cherished climb step by step to the top and become an award-winning actor. Even when he died taking a knife meant for that person from a hater, he did so willingly. Yet that sacrifice earned him nothing but the other person’s casual remark: “At least the blood didn’t get on my clothes.”
Reborn ten years in the past, he opens his eyes to find a boy in a sky-blue shirt standing before him.
Xiaobo: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow! (How dare you bully my Nian Nian? I’ll scratch you to death!)
Han Nian: (⊙o⊙)!
...The product of an overactive imagination. I might not start writing it for a very, very long time _(:з"∠)_
