The Regent I Wrote to His Death Is Forcing Me to Rewrite My Fate

Ruan Zhiwei spent three years writing angsty novels, then killed off the Regent herself on a snowy night.

The night her royalties came through, the screen cracked, and a line of bloody text seeped across it:

"No one loves me? Ruan Zhiwei, are you sure?"

She was pulled into her own book and became a substitute supporting actress who was due to be beheaded in three days.

The man she had put through one tragedy after another grabbed her by the throat. "How much in royalties would my entire life be worth to you?"

She thought she could stay alive and return home as long as she changed his fate.

No one told her that every person she saved would make the real world forget her a little more. Her friends deleted her contact information. Her ID number came up as nonexistent. Even her mother began calling her "miss."

No one told her, either, that a force she had never written into the story was watching her.

And the final page of the book of fate read: the author and the male lead can only have one survivor.