Entertainment: Reborn, I Pursue Mutual Love with My Rich Childhood Sweetheart
[Rebirth + Entertainment Industry + Single Female Lead + Sweet Romance] "Lin Ze? Just a kept man." "Exactly, without Su Zitan, who would he even be!" While fans of other celebrities affectionately call them 'brother,' my own fans refer to me as a kept man—what does that even mean! My beautiful older sister is tired from work? Then let's embark on a nationwide concert tour together! At the concert, a man holding a ticket finds his seat. He glances down and gives an awkward smile. "Ahem, you're here for the kept man’s concert too?" "What a coincidence, what a coincidence..."
Entertainment: Reborn, I Pursue Mutual Love with My Rich Childhood Sweetheart
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"Triple-threat superstar of film, television, and music, Lin Ze, passed away from cancer last night at the age of thirty-five. In his final interview, he said, 'Over these twelve years, I fulfilled the promise and reached the pinnacle of the entertainment industry. Now, it's time for me to go see her.' 'To see the girl who remains forever in that summer, twelve years ago—Su Zitan.'"
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At Mountain Grove Bar, under the dim lights, the resident folk singer was still clutching his guitar, crooning about poetry and distant dreams.
"Hoo..."
In a shadowy corner, Lin Ze slowly woke with his head throbbing. Wasn't I supposed to be in a hospital room? Where am I?
He glanced around, recognition dawning. This was the bar he used to frequent with Zitan—his "Sister Zitan."
"Another dream..." Lin Ze shifted, his body sluggish and uncooperative under the influence of alcohol. "This dream feels far too real."
He pushed himself upright, steadying on the table. The folk singer had left the stage; his guitar rested beside a tall stool. Still dazed, Lin Ze wandered toward the stage, oblivious to the glowing phone left on his table. The lock screen was a photo of Su Zitan, the one who had haunted his thoughts for a lifetime. The time displayed was—
The very summer when Lin Ze was twenty-three, the summer Su Zitan was in that fateful car accident.
Clutching the guitar, Lin Ze settled into the center-stage chair, fingers brushing across the str
