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A person who lived the life to the maximum even being a person with paralysis, always played his favorite sport basketball, even if alone, follow the story of Jake Smith to be happy with a second chance.

It took Gu Yu twenty years to realize that he turned out to be the vicious cannon fodder male supporting role in a novel.
Forcing the protagonist to sign a contract, and being playful and affectionate, he ended up with his family ruined and his family destroyed.
Just as he was about to establish a good relationship with the protagonist Gong and take advantage of the loopholes in the plot,
Who would have thought that the protagonist Gong in the book, and the ruthless boss who did not get along with the protagonist in the end, was actually his ex-boyfriend who was abandoned by him in high school? !
Oh ho!
Gu Yu: Thank you for the invitation, please don’t bother me.

Gu Yu, who was forced to follow the plot, faced the furious protagonist Gong who seemed to be about to commit murder in the next second. His ex-boyfriend,
With the wife of the future protagonist Gong in his arms, his current gossip partner, he numbly recited the lines: “I warn you, this is my man.”
Seeing Fu Yeyu, who was blazing in the eyes of the opposite party, who could pounce on him and tear him apart in the next second, he couldn’t help but reflect on himself: Why can’t I think about the protagonist’s attack? !

The main attack, the idler should be the heartless attack × the irritable boss suffers
Gu Yu×Fu Huayu

Content tags: strong, broken mirror, reunion, entertainment circle, wearing books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Gu Yu, Fu Huayu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Destroy, I’m tired
Conception: go round and round, or return to the original origin

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A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the “Black Knight,” a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”