After nearly ten years of obscurity in the entertainment industry, trainee Lu Zhou had never managed to make his debut. Once awakened to his situation, he chose to seize an opportunity for exposure by
Everything felt like a dream.
A bandage wrapped around his head, Lu Zhou stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes vacant and unfocused.
In his dreams, he lived a life completely different from his own.
At first, he thought the sudden visions crowding his mind—images that seemed to belong to someone else—were simply the result of his brain being damaged.
Seven days ago, Lu Zhou had been one of the unnoticed male backup dancers at singer Nan Qiao’s concert. When the final stage ended, Nan Qiao, teetering on eight-centimeter heels, stumbled on the rising platform. Lu Zhou, quick as lightning, caught her, only to fall himself...
His fall split his head open—a testament to his helpful, if somewhat foolish, nature.
He was rushed to the emergency room. The CT scan pronounced a concussion.
And so, Lu Zhou was admitted to the hospital. During his stay, strange and bewildering images kept flickering through his mind.
It was as if he’d become someone else, living in another world.
Terrified, he pressed the call button in the middle of the night and summoned the doctor.
He vividly described his symptoms, but the exhausted, stone-faced doctor merely responded, “Confusion following a concussion is normal. Don’t panic. Rest and you’ll be fine.”
Modern medicine seemed unconcerned with his peculiar condition, dismissing everything as a simple concussion.
Left with no alternatives, Lu Zhou followed the doctor’s advice and rested.
Thus, he obediently spent seven days lying in the hospital.
During that time,