I stepped into the Mary Sue novel I wrote when I was sixteen.
Good news: I am the only legitimate princess. My brother, the prince, picks up the stars for me, and my fiancé, a counselor, plans the world for me.
Bad news: I wrote this book based on myself, so now - with my youthful sixteen-year-old face, I face a brother who is ridiculously manipulative and a fiancé who is affectionate even when he watches dogs.
Me: ... Was I too kind to myself back then?
In order to maintain my personality, I started checking in at the East Palace in the morning and at the Wenyuan Pavilion in the afternoon.
Until one day, the prince's brother stared at my hairpin and asked, "Is it a gift from Xie Heng?"
The fiancé added quietly from behind: "Your Highness, please don't give up after all."
No, no,... Yes, that's what the plot is!
Intention: When "ta" grows out of oneself