Shen Lian had been having the same dream over and over lately.
In it, his reputation was utterly ruined, and he died of a heart attack in a rented room.
To be honest, he woke up feeling terrible.
Actually, he could already be considered "utterly disgraced." All his endorsements were gone, he could barely get any acting work, and Zheng Ge had coaxed Zhou Tangsi into leaving him no way out.
Even the little apartment he stood in would be taken back by the company next month. He would have to figure out where to live himself.
Shen Lian walked over to the dining table, poured a glass of ice water, and downed it.
He had lost all hope long ago. The young man tilted his head back and gazed at the patches of light and shadow cast onto the ceiling, their reflections hazy in his eyes. At last, his hand abruptly tightened around the glass.
He had not been born worthless, nor should he have to serve as someone else's backdrop. Yet sometimes, once you met the wrong person, fate stopped leaving you a way to survive.
He could not break free, and he refused to accept it, but refusal did him no good.
After taking a while to recover, Shen Lian returned to bed. He had an audition for a fourth male lead tomorrow. He had to find some way to keep living.
Shen Lian dreaded having that dream again. The agonizing pain and suffocation felt all too real, and every time he woke, his chest hurt terribly.
Perhaps heaven had heard his prayers. This time, it showed him mercy and granted him a beautiful dream.
In the dream, he was a superstar at the very top.
How far at the top? Even with scandals flying everywhere, he