I am a writer of sadistic stories, and I wrote about the death of the male supporting character Mo Jin in the execution ground of Lingchi.
I woke up one night and walked into the execution ground. He was covered in blood. He raised his eyes and called me by my real name:
"Lin Zhixia, you finally paid for it with your life."
He was reborn with the memory of death and knew that I was the author;
I changed the text pattern of the plot to be long, but it was erased as soon as I moved it.
Fates are bound, we live and die together, he hurts me, he dies and I die.
I changed my life for him. I forgot my friends, my address, and I couldn't even remember what my parents looked like.
He took the backlash for me, blocked the kill, guarded me for the rest of my life, and was so paranoid that he refused to let go.
The plot wants to kill him, the national master wants to get rid of me, and the whole world is forcing us to die.
I wrote the pen to rewrite the ending, and he protected me with his life.
In the end, I became the breeze that he could not see or touch.
He proclaimed himself emperor and stayed there all his life, writing every day and writing only my name.
We stay with each other year after year, but never see each other again, and our feelings are so deep that they are deep in our hearts.
Come on, come on, come on