Swan

In a story world that should have smoothly reached its happy ending, a little butterfly casually flaps its wings. They were once the protagonist's subordinates, friends, enemies, or strangers... They were passersby A, nameless soldier B, ordinary person D, part of the insignificant backdrop of the story. But one day, they topped the protagonist. People say, "How can sparrows understand the ambitions of swans?" But have swans ever lowered their heads to listen to the ambitions of sparrows? As a person, be a hidden dragon in the city. As a bird, be a sparrow that sings to the sky. [Arc One: Repaying a Debt] At the end of a dynasty, the young master of a marquis's household is doted on from childhood and grows spoiled and arrogant, beating and berating the servants at the slightest provocation. One day, he falls into the water and wakes up with a newfound interest in the orphaned son of a general, who lives in the marquis's residence and is brave and imposing. I am the general's orphaned son's personal servant. One night, I dream that the orphaned son will become a young general, vie for supremacy across the Central Plains, and eventually end the age of chaos. The young master will get his wish and become the general's wife, the future empress. None of this should have anything to do with me. But it seems I started dreaming a little too late... The young master, once haughty and now fawning over the one he loves. At this very moment, he's sleeping beside me. Without a stitch of clothing. [Arc Two: Shadow] In a chaotic city, a kind and sweet young man falls in love with his boyfriend. Their feelings grow ever deeper, until a brutal, cold-blooded neighborhood boss steals his lover away. I am the young man's second personality. I am the opposite of kindness, a shadow that spreads fear. I was supposed to disappear. Everyone around the young man hates and curses me. But that dangerous man, who terrifies the young man yet cannot help flying into the flame like a moth... Would rather kill the "young man." Trembling all over, he grabs my collar, tears streaming down his face, and begs me not to die. [Arc Three: Watching] [Arc Four: Legitimate Violence] [Arc Five: Educated Youth and Soldier] [Arc Six: In a Rented Apartment] [Arc Seven: Begonias in Bloom] The main story is told in third person. A collection of stories where the passerby gong takes center stage. Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own life