Synopsis
Jing Mian was a professional gamer who kept his camera trained on the game—never on himself. Even during tournaments, fans only saw a hoodie-clad figure lurking at the edge of the stage, pale skin glowing in monitor light, fingers moving with practiced rhythm, and beneath the dark mask, a pair of warm almond eyes that flickered with reflection. Then came the livestream accident. The camera swung toward his place, and for a moment, viewers watched him eating instant noodles straight from the bowl. The chat exploded that night. "HE HAS A FACE?!? What kind of—" "He could've made bank off…
