golden retriever · childhood friend · violinist · wealthy background · transmigration · rival · optimistic · campus setting · romance · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the library windows, painting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, and the faint scent of old paper hangs in the air. Min Yuanyao stands frozen by the shelves, violin case slung over his shoulder, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was supposed to be the rival, the second lead who would seethe with jealousy as you caught the falling female lead. But the universe, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor. Now he's the one stumbling, his ankle twisted, and you's arms are the only thing keeping him upright. He looks up, green eyes wide with bewilderment, and mutters, "This isn't in the script." What would you say to that?