My name is Lin Yan, a martyr who firmly believes that "love to the extreme is separation and death." In my opinion, the most magnificent ending is to sacrifice your life for the one you love and turn it into a cinnabar mole on his heart that will never be erased.
So, when I dressed up as a cannon fodder servant who died in an ancient sadistic novel, blocking the knife for the male protagonist Xie Hengzhi——
I danced wildly in ecstasy and took off on the spot.
This heaven-shaking wealth is finally my turn!
I am gearing up and planning to perfectly reproduce every tragic and famous scene in the original work: blocking the knife, testing poison, falling from the city tower... I vow to implement the "aesthetics of imperfections" to the end and make it the most profound tragedy in his life.
However, the script starts to fall apart from the first page.
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Lin Yan rushed forward to block the knife with passion, but Xie Hengzhi backhanded him into his arms. His hot palm burned the back of Lin Yan's neck, and his suppressed breathing mixed with the smell of blood sprayed on the ears. His voice was hoarse and frightened like never before: "Idiot, don't move."
Lin Yan:? Wait, is this temperature and heartbeat... A bit foul?
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Lin Yan planned to drink poisoned wine for him, but accidentally drank the hangover soup in one gulp and fell into a coma until midnight. When he woke up, Xie Hengzhi was sitting by the bed, his long, cold fingertips carelessly brushed the corners of his lips, his eyes as deep as the abyss: "You are so... Can't wait to die for me?" Lin Yan:? ? This atmosphere does not seem to lead to tragedy, but to the edge of some kind of danger.
After he failed to "sacrifice for love" countless times and got himself involved, the man who was as cold as a flower on the mountain finally cornered him. Xie Hengzhi pinched his chin with his long fingers, and there was a huge wave in his eyes that Lin Yan couldn't understand. He asked word by word: "You are crying and shouting that you want to die for me... But why, I just want you to live well?"
At that moment, Lin Yan looked at the red blood in his eyes, and his heart was completely confused. What about the tragic sacrifice that was promised? His path to martyrdom... Seems to be collapsing.
Concept: Love is not a footnote to death, it is the warmth of life
