Synopsis
Shao Fei is a passerby. Less presence than cannon fodder even — he's fully committed to staying as background character A, and he was fine with that. All he wanted was to sit back, run some assists, and watch the main leads hit their story beats. That plan fell apart as he stood there watching the plot destroy itself beyond all recognition. Shao Fei: "Does it seem like the male lead's been looking at me kind of... off?" System: "…" You're only noticing this now!? There was a blade of grass in his chest. Never meant for him, never his…
