My name is Lin Wan, and I am an accountant. Doing accounts during the day and writing sad articles at night.
The editor said that the readers would be tortured, so I wrote the heroine as an orphan whose family had been wiped out. Betrayal, poaching, betrayal and separation - subscriptions increased, so I turned off the backend and continued to eat takeout.
Then I stepped into the book I wrote.
I became Ling Ci himself.
I know the fate of all men—because I wrote about it.
But when I actually stood in front of them, I realized that this book was no longer mine. My father left a secret room that I didn't write in, my mother hid annotations that I didn't write in the corner of the prescription, and the moon-patterned jade pendant on Master's waist——
I haven't written it.
They continued to live after I stopped writing.
Life has become something I never imagined.
And I, a loser who can only do accounting, began to live a life I had never imagined in this world full of mistakes.
Purpose: I finished writing their stories, but they didn't stop at the last page. Neither can I