Drama Is Like Life

He fell heavily to the stage floor. The Japanese who pointed the gun at him was at a loss. Suzuki in the audience had already died in the commotion. Everyone in the theater was panic-stricken, watching this unexpected performance. Gang Sheng's eyes were wide open. He couldn't see the sky or the roof of the gorgeous stage. He didn't know that it was snowing heavily in the outside world at this moment, but he still smiled. He turned his head slightly and then closed his eyes. From then on, the love, hatred and hatred in the world had nothing to do with him. Fengying held the newspaper, which read, "Mr. Liao Xinglan, a famous actress, died of suicide." Fengying took the newspaper and read it carefully, while the heavy snowfall continued behind her.