I dressed up as the cannon fodder female supporting character in a yandere novel, and the system asked me to pretend to be a slut who was crazy about the male protagonist.
Delivering lunch every day, squatting in a corner every week, and showing "I love you enough to die" in his eyes when he looks over.
I acted very hard because if I accumulated enough points, I could go back and save my mother.
Until that day, in an abandoned music building on a rainy night.
The male protagonist Shen Linfeng played Chopin's "Raindrops", and the rain mixed with tears slid down his chin.
He said: "You are the 99th Lin Wanwan."
He said: "The previous 98 failed."
He leaned closer and stroked my trembling eyelashes with his cold fingertips:
"But you're not like them - you ask me who I'm thinking about when I play."
"Hands me a mint while I pretend to be wet in the rain."
"Write in the memo 'The temperature of his hands will change'."
Later I learned that this world was a prison written by him.
He is the trapped Creator, and I am the 99th key he is waiting for.
And the system issued a final warning deep in the consciousness:
[It is forbidden to have real emotions towards the object of observation——]
But when Shen Linfeng held my hand under the collapsing starry sky and whispered, "This time we will escape together."
I can no longer tell which part is acting and which part is sincerity.
Purpose: Find true emotions among false rules