After Dressing up as an Author, I Was Pampered by the Yandere Male Second Prisoner

She wrote him to death with her own hands. The paranoid, gloomy, powerful and crazy second male lead who eventually died on a rainy night, Shen Jin. She thought that this was just a plot written by her. Until three o'clock in the morning! The lights went off and on again. He walked away from her text. The suit was neat and tidy, but his eyes seemed to be filled with a heavy rain that was still lingering. He looked at her and said in a low voice, "So it's you." She was taken away. There was no room for resistance. He was nice to her. It's so good that it's so meticulous, it's so good that it's almost indulgent. Just… She can't leave. Can't refuse. Even, you can't help but look at him. After a long time, he suddenly asked. "When you wrote about my pain," he said in a very soft voice, "did you ever hesitate?" "You left me alone in that period of life," he held her hand, but the fingertips were bone-piercingly cold, "and made me live it over and over again." He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers, his tone too gentle to be true. "You said..." "Should I come to you?" Li Wan trembled: "That was just what I wrote..." He smiled, and the red mole at the end of his eye was astonishingly charming. "You wrote it." "That's why I live like this." He gently wiped away her tears, his movements were so gentle that they were almost doting, but the words he spoke made people breathless. "Now that you've seen me at my most embarrassing state..." "Then in this life, you will be responsible for caring for me." He paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, and his tone was a little lower. "You can only feel sorry for me."