Unfinished Article: I Panicked After Entering My Own Unfinished Article.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Ci typed the last line. "Xiao Yan ascended the throne and died in three days. The poisoned wine penetrated the intestines and his life was cut off from the dragon chair." Enter. The document is closed. The comment section exploded, and the curses continued for four years. She never opened the document again. Then she woke up. His cheek was pressed against the cold bluestone, and the earthy smell penetrated his nose. Wearing coarse cloth clothes, with wooden hairpin holding dry hair in a bun. In front of a narrow road, most of the roses at the base of the wall have withered, and the leaves are mottled by insects. She recognized the brick. Three years ago at three o'clock in the morning, she typed it out word by word. Now she stood inside. She is not the author, but a palace maid who does not exist in the original work. Worse, the world is falling apart. The bottom of the well turned white, the walls disappeared into a blank space, and the areas she hadn't finished writing were falling through the cracks. There was a voice in the blank space, very far away, and it was an angry curse. The reader's resentment, the character's resentment, penetrate the wall between the two worlds. Xiao Yan has already set his sights on her. The man she wrote 178 chapters and then poisoned to death with three chapters stood in front of her. He didn't use the knife, but there was something colder than the knife in his eyes. "When you wrote about me, did you ever think that I would be in pain?" Lin Ci opened his mouth, but no sound came out. She thought about it. But she didn't dare to say it. Because the person who wrote Chapter 178 is no longer the one she wrote.