Set in 1990s Kowloon Walled City.. Chusan inherits his grandfather's tenement unit inside the Walled City, he sees it as the perfect place to write Dead City.. a documentary book commissioned by one of his clients. While Chusan believes he is simply documenting life inside the Walled City, his writing is quietly being turned into a weapon.. one that exposes the crime, poverty, and darkness hidden within its walls. A weapon that could help push the government toward demolishing the very place thousands call home. Living under the same roof is Liu Yi, the feared triad leader who has spent years protecting the compound and the people within it. To the government, Kowloon Walled City is a problem.. a lawless slum. To Liu Yi, it is home.. a place worth protecting at all costs. What if love wasn't born in life.. but in a place already dying?

In the shadow-choked depths of 2014 Hong Kong, Jiaolong City hides secrets darker than its endless concrete maze. After fleeing her Russian mafia husband, Shen Piepie reinvents herself as Ming Liangnu and disappears into the city with the help of her best friend, Ming Yuxuan. But when violence destroys their fragile peace, she sacrifices everything to save her unborn twins. Rescued too late by Dr. He, her final wish leaves the children, He Chusan and He Xiaoman, growing up unaware of the bloodstained legacy hunting them through the neon darkness of Jiaolong City. I'm going to keep the characters from the real novel but I'll change the story completely. Hope you guy's will enjoy it.

In the entertainment industry, He Chusan and Xia Liuyi are known as the ultimate rivals. Both are top-rated actors, equally talented, equally famous, and constantly competing for the number one spot. They clash in everything, and their relationship is defined by bickering, teasing, and intense hatred... or so everyone thinks. Their world turns upside down when they are forced to work together as the main leads in a massive BL drama. Xia Liuyi is fiery, loud, and loves to provoke. He makes it his mission to annoy the calm and composed He Chusan, desperate to see him lose his cool. But things don't go as planned. Every time Liuyi tries to pick a fight, Chusan responds with intense gazes, flirty gestures, and possessive actions that leave Liuyi blushing and stuttering instead. As they spend more time together on set, the line between acting and reality starts to blur. What started as a rivalry slowly turns into something deeper, something dangerous... and undeniably real. From enemies, to lovers, and eventually... Enemies to Forever.

To the world, He Chusan was a portrait of discipline. He was the boy who lived in the front row of the lecture hall, his head always bowed, his voice barely a whisper. With his neat uniform and top-tier grades, he was the pride of his teachers-the silent scholar who seemed too innocent for the grit of the city. But Chusan's mind was not a sanctuary; it was a playground for the depraved. Hidden beneath his heavy textbooks were novels stained with ink and obsession. While his classmates dreamt of futures and careers, Chusan's imagination was fueled by the dark, the forbidden, and the erotic. He lived a double life-a saint by day, and a consumer of silk-bound sins by night. He was shy because he was hiding a fire that he feared would burn anyone who got too close. Then came the face that turned his fantasies into a fever. Xia Liuyi! The name was a rhythmic pulse in the morning news. The boy who had murdered his own father. The monster who had allegedly driven his mother to suicide. On the cover of the glossy magazines, Liuyi's eyes were cold, hollow, and dangerously sharp. To the public, he was a tragedy and a threat-a man who had inherited his father's cruelty. No one knew the truth of the blood on his hands; they only saw the killer. Chusan stared at the magazine cover until the edges curled under his trembling fingers. He didn't feel the horror the rest of the world felt. Instead, he felt a sickening, electric pull. He traced the jagged lines of the man's face, wondering if the reality of a murderer would taste as sweet as the fiction he devoured under his covers. He Chusan was a boy who lived for dreams. But as he tucked the magazine into his bag, right next to his honors thesis, he couldn't help but wonder: was he chasing a beautiful wet dream, or was he walking straight into a living nightmare?