Chapter 1: You Die at Thirty-Five I stare at the trophy in my hand. My full name is engraved on the gleaming Best Actor trophy. On the happiest day of my life, I carried that trophy and headed for the rooftop. As I climbed the stairs, a thought kept repeating in my head. ‘See? You survive, and it works out. So you should’ve lived. ...
Chapter 1: You Die at Thirty-Five I stare at the trophy in my hand. My full name is engraved on the gleaming Best Actor trophy. On the happiest day of my life, I carried that trophy and headed for the rooftop. As I climbed the stairs, a thought kept repeating in my head. ‘See? You survive, and it works out. So you should’ve lived. You shouldn’t have died.’ You stupid bastard. ***** ‘Our Yeohu is a genius!’ ‘Looks like Yeohu is destined to act his whole life. He loves acting this much.’ ‘Actor Jeon Yeohu’s talent is top-tier in this country. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a child actor this good.’ I debuted as a genius child actor and swept awards, but public affection was fleeting. No matter how good your acting was, surviving in this industry required the perfect trio—projects, luc
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