Chapter 1:

Du Yunxiu tried to move his fingers, but he didn't expect to be able to. This surprised him a little, so he tried to test his four limbs even more carefully. His arms were able to stretch out, so there was no big problem. His legs could also sense, so they shouldn't be broken. 

He could not help but feel that he was lucky. After all, the accident at that time was really too scary. 

It was just a glance, but he was sure the boy driving the car was still a teenager, the Aston Martin VANQUISHI, 007 James Bond. 

But that was all he could see. 

Because in the next second, he was knocked over by the youth driving a car. His body was high up in the air. The intense pain caused him to be unable to even make a sound … 

After the pleasant surprise of surviving a calamity, he gradually became indifferent. 

His life had to go on. 

Du Yunxiu was in his thirties, and in the ten odd years of his acting career, he had already done his best. 

However, there were people who were blessed by the heavens, able to obtain the appreciation of the great directors, the approval from the judges, and even the small golden people of various awards. For example, the current film emperor — Xie Yi. 

And some people would never get such a good opportunity. 

Like, Du Yunxiu. 

Speaking of which, Du Yunxiu and Xie Yi had even entered the training room together to practice together. 

Xie Yi was extremely handsome. His thick, black eyebrows were slanted into his temples, his nose was handsome and straight, and his lips were as thin as knives. 

A pair of obsidian eyes flashed with a smile that was not a smile. It carried a faint sense of evil, mesmerizing. It was just a simple standing, yet it already had a lazy and powerful aura that no one could ignore. 

This kind of handsome appearance was naturally unique. The one playing the role of a protagonist for the first time. 

Du Yunxiu, who appeared to be the most ordinary of them all, was just a lackey. 

Ten years had passed, and Xie Yi was already a film emperor-level figure with countless fans and prizes. He was the favorite of all the famous brands as they fought over him to be their spokesperson. 

The two of them had occasionally worked together in a movie.

When Xie Yi entered the crew, he brought along eight assistants, bodyguards, and stylist. Outside of the crew, there were also several millions of luxurious cars, and at that time, Du Yunxiu could only be considered as someone on the second tier with a familiar face. 

The difference between heaven and earth was too great. 

Actually, he had been floating in this show business for more than ten years. 

Although Du Yunxiu wasn't as lucky as Xie Yi, he fought steadily and had accumulated a lot of experience. 

It wasn't as if he hadn't been lucky. Three years ago, he had been nominated for the Golden Berlin Prize. 

That year was probably his lucky day. Although he was a rookie director, the products he had filmed had a lot of connotations and quality. He did not meet any powerful opponents in the summer holidays. They had good box office and a good reputation. 

The director and the filmmaker gave his name to the Golden Berlin Prize. 

He was flattered, even in the days that followed, to the point of disbelief. 

The more expectant and cautious they were, the more they would worry about their personal gains and losses. 

After having filmed so many, so many scenes, he was constantly analyzing and summarizing them. He was finally able to calm his heart down and hone his acting skills. 

How could he not want the approval of the jury? 

That kind of slightly sad happiness. 

This made Du Yunxiu feel that the patience, forbearance, and persistence of being mocked in front of others was worth it. 

It really was worth it. 

When the winner finally opened the envelope containing the list of winners, his palms were sweaty and his eyes were wide open. But she did not hear his name. 

No name. 

After all these years of hard work, he finally got a small opportunity. However, reality immediately shattered this extravagant hope of his. 

He tried his best to conceal his emotions. He didn't even know how he had endured through the long hour that followed until the end of the award ceremony. 

Du Yunxiu left the venue with the rest of the group, going to the washroom. 

Someone was laughing and talking at the sink. 

Du Fei? His acting skills were excellent, he was indeed the best this time. However... He was so embarrassed! "How is it possible for you to be the film emperor? Stop joking around!" 

The other person also smiled. 

What he had once known was now with a subtle, mocking laugh. 

Du Yunxiu stood in the bathroom stall for a long time. 

His body was stiff and numb. He still felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. 

Having acted for so many years, he didn't seem to be in a sorry state at the public awards ceremony. 

But now, in this tiny cubicle, he was alone. 

However, he could no longer conceal it. 

The negated, the ridiculed, the cheap efforts. Just like his low self-esteem and orientation, he had long since been spread out by the judges and stepped on once. He became the laughingstock of everyone else. 

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Du Yunxiu felt a little strange. 

Why did all those memories flood in at this moment like a lonely tide in the night? 

He struggled to his feet. The room was dark, and it took him a few seconds to adjust his eyes to it. 

Could it be night? 

But he could see the faint outline of the furniture. 

Furniture? Du Yunxiu started to get nervous as he stretched out his hand to feel the wall. 

Many times, people would feel that there was something surprisingly familiar about it, as if they had seen it a long time ago. 

This was the feeling Du Yunxiu was experiencing right now. 

Although he was also puzzled, why was he not in the hospital, not at the scene of the accident, but here … In a dark room? 

However, his hand subconsciously moved to the side of the door, and then … Press the switch. 

The lights came on. 

It was a small apartment, elegantly decorated and fashionable. 

The ceramic floor had a warm brown sheen to it. In the center of the living room, there was a small, long tea table with golden edges, and a tea set with kung fu on a small square tray made from bamboo. 

Opposite the coffee table was a three-person white leather sofa. It was simple in design and elegant in style. It was matched with a generous white leopard-print fur seat and cushion. It was a low-key and elegant chair. 

Could it be that someone saved him and brought him here? 

As he thought of this, Du Yunxiu saw a mirror on the other side of the living room — a young, handsome, unfamiliar young man looking at him. 

The other party was tall and slender, standing tall and straight. 

The simple white shirt accentuated his temperament perfectly. There was a sense of estrangement in his elegance, like the lonely snow in a thousand mountains. 

The pair of eyes were very beautiful. The lines were clear and smooth, elegant to the point that it looked like it was sketched out by an ink painting from the East. The man's eyes were slightly narrowed, his eyelashes long and thick. He scanned a circle of light shadows under his eyelids. 

There was an indescribable feeling in his eyes. 

Suspicion could be seen in the strangeness. It seemed amiable, but it was also not easy to get close to. 

They could not help but think of the graceful Persian cat, lazy, noble, cold, seductive. 

Du Yunxian was startled, and the young man opposite of him also had a look of shock. 

He took a step back, and at the same time, that person also retreated in disbelief … 

That — was himself. 

Although Du Yunxiu had somewhat understood the situation from the first glance, he still couldn't believe it. He didn't dare to accept it. 

When he checked the house carefully, his phone indicated that a full three hours had passed. 

Only now did Du Yunxiu begin to accept this fact. 

He had indeed not escaped from that car crash. He did not die, but his life continued on with another person's body. 

which is the owner of this apartment: 

Mu Ziche, 22, a senior at the T University School of Business and Management, was currently in the midst of an internship.

There were no contacts in the phone's phone book. It seemed that the situation of making friends was completely blank. 

He could not find any information about his parents either. 

However... 

Du Yunxiu looked around the small apartment. Although it couldn't compare to the one in front of him, it was quite luxurious for a twenty-two year old student who had yet to graduate … 

What kind of family background did Mu Ziche have? Are your parents around? Any friends? 

What should he do now, and what should he do in the future? Continue practicing for the other party? But he didn't understand finance. 

I am really like this... Did I take his place … 

Du Yunxiu rubbed his forehead, feeling puzzled and confused about the past and future of this body. 

He tossed himself onto the couch and turned on the TV. 

Now that everyone was having fun, entertainment news was the most popular news on television. Easy and easy, as long as there was good news, they wouldn't have to worry about the viewership ratings. 

The stylish female host pointed at a drawing board with a smile. 

It was covered with avatars, a simple diagram of relationships. 

"There's been a new scandal. The target of the scandal was South Korean actress, Yin Xinzhu, who worked together to make the movie. "Compared to the rumors we've heard before, we've seen …" 

The female host gossiped about the relationships between some female celebrities, female singers and Xie Yi. 

Then the camera clicked on a picture of him eating hearty food. 

Xie Yi was handsome and dashing. He had thick black eyebrows and a faint, irresistible evil aura in his obsidian eyes. It was as if his soul would be lured away if he continued to stare at him. 

In the end, the female host concluded with an infatuated tone, "But the movie star, Xie Yi, did not admit to it. Maybe it's just a way of promoting the movies. " 

Du Yunxiu watched the television as her legs elegantly crossed over each other. 

His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and his long eyelashes were like a fan that covered up his indifferent gaze, adding to his silent, forbidden look of embarrassment. 

Shadow King. 

Thank you. 

Du Yunxiu seemed to be immersed in those memories as his fingers slowly and rhythmically tapped on his knee. 

The division and the peace, the scheming, the ups and downs, the heartbreaking pain … 

He thought for a long time before he casually looked at himself in his glasses. 

The handsome young man in the mirror also lazily raised his head. There was a unique air of elegance and indifference mixed between his brows. This kind of cold and noble air … It even gave off a soul-stirring feeling. 

He might have the ability to contend with Xie Yi. 

Perhaps … Should I go back to my old business? 

Du Yunxiu lightly nodded in the mirror at his younger and more handsome self.