Synopsis
Never again, in whatever life comes after this one, would he choose to be an author.
The occupational hazard nobody warns you about: you might end up trapped inside your own story.
He hatched. Opened his eyes. And there, right in front of him, was the handsome male lead he had written himself.
The first time he heard that voice was when a hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
"I want to return this one," the male lead told the stall owner.
Pei Bufan: "…Meow?"
