I slipped into the sadistic novel I wrote and became the stand-in heroine who was destined to be let down by the male protagonist. The system said that you can go home after completing the plot.
So I delivered lunch on time every day, waited in the rain late at night, and even prepared to "voluntarily" donate a kidney. Until Lin Wanqiu, the female supporting character who was supposed to frame me, pressed me against the wall on a rainy night and whispered against my earlobe: "You know very well... I am the best person for you."
Later, the system screamed at me to warn me of a plot crash. And I tore the script into pieces and clasped her fingers in the ruins of the morning light.
It turns out that what is more important than going home is to write our own ending with our own hands
Purpose: record