I stayed up late writing a book and died suddenly, slipping into the abuse I wrote.
She became the vicious female supporting character who ended up with the worst fate - she had a crush on the male protagonist but couldn't get it, and was kicked out in the end, leaving her body intact.
It doesn't matter, I wrote the script, can I not know the ending?
Stay away from the male and female protagonists and survive until the finale, which is perfect.
But the iceberg CEO I created with my own hands pressed hard and blocked me in the corner:
"Lin Wanwan, who are you?"
"Why does my heart beat so hard when I look at you?"
"Why don't you appear in the plot I wrote?"
He doesn't know.
He didn't know that I wrote it.
He doesn't know every time his heart beats, every time he loses control, every time he goes crazy for me——
It's all the "subconscious" I set for him.
But when the truth was revealed, he asked me with red eyes:
"So, my love for you was also written by you?"
I opened my mouth but couldn't speak.
Because I don't know how to tell him——
I love you, not the script.
It's me, willingly.
Until she took out the video and asked me:
"Sister, tell me, if he knew the truth, would he still love you?"
