Step Into Your World, and Love Me, Won't You?

Li An transmigrated into the novel she had written, becoming the vicious supporting villainess who publicly humiliated her fiancé.

“I'd marry a dog before I'd marry you, you cripple.”

She had written the ending: In the winter of Jin Shuci's twenty-seventh year, he would suffer a high fever all night with no one by his side.

The day she arrived, he had four years left to live.

She didn't dare marry him. In the book, marriage was where his death began.

She stayed, took his temperature, fed him medicine, cooked him porridge, and set an alarm for every two hours. She couldn't heal his leg, so she fought with everything she had to save his life.

She didn't know he'd recognized her at first sight. Not by her face, but by the three fingers she used to roll up her sleeves, by every one of her habits. He had nurtured them all in his dreams.

He had spent ten years preparing. He remembered what she liked to eat and opened a luosifen shop, a dish that existed only in her world. He couldn't handle even a hint of spice, yet he saved a portion for her every day, waiting for her to follow the smell and find him.

She thought she had written the book herself.

In truth, on the night of her sixteenth birthday, he had fed her the words one by one in a dream: “Write down what happens here.”

She thought she had written him to his death.

In truth, that year, he had grown tired of living and begged her to write it.

Every time she changed the plot, her memories faded a little more.

He had traded his health to bring her here, just to see her once again.

Her older brother had come along too, leaving on a hallway light: “If you want to stay, I'll wait for you. If you want to leave, the car is downstairs.”

He sits in a wheelchair. She counts down the days.

She saved him by trading away her “self.”

He waited for her with his life on the line.

This time, can she change the ending she wrote?