[Rebirth + esports + both pure + derivative work + campus romance + healing]
I’m a web novelist.
People say the characters I write seem alive. They breathe, they have desires, and they carry unspeakable pain.
Until one day, I finished a story that left even me sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.
The male lead was called Jiang Zhiyi, and the female lead was called Bai Yun.
I spent the entire night writing the chapter where he died of a heart attack.
I thought they must hate me.
The sun was shining beautifully that day, its warm rays pouring into the room, and I fell asleep.
It was raining in my dream.
I stood in a long corridor, with a door at the far end. It opened, and a girl stepped out.
She wore a white dress, and her hair was wet, as if she had been caught in the rain.
I recognized her.
“Bai Yun?” I called.
She looked up, her eyes red.
“Mother.”
My heart clenched.
She walked toward me, and when she reached me, she suddenly knelt down.
“Mother, please.” Her voice trembled. “Give Zhiyi a different ending.”
“My heart hurts so much.”
“He never got to see me before he died. I never got to see him before I died.”
“Mother, can you really bear that?”
I opened my mouth, wanting to say, “It’s only a story,” wanting to say, “None of it is real.”
But looking into her eyes, I couldn’t say a word.
Because to her, it was real.
I jolted awake.
The computer screen was still on, displaying two large characters: “The End.”
I sat there, staring at the screen for a long time.
Then I moved the mouse and clicked “New Document.”
I typed three words:
The Dream Awakened
