Song Shixing transmigrated into a book and became a background extra among background extras, the kind who appeared for two minutes before being killed off.
The only reason Song Shixing remembered him was that they shared the same name.
So when Song found himself facing the big shots and their sudden questions, his mind hadn't caught up before his tongue slipped.
The instant the word "Song" left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself twice and stuff the word back in.
"Song?"
The man raised the end of the word, his tone unreadable.
Song Shixing swallowed. His mouth made a sharp turn. "...I'll send you a fruit platter."
Later,
The man looked at Song Shixing with tender affection as reporters thrust cameras and microphones at them. He said gently, "Yes, he's my partner. We've been together for a long time."
You are my star, an existence to stand shoulder to shoulder with the moon.
*The entire story is fictional and not based on real people.
Theme: To be added
