Wrong Writing in Fate Book

[The arrogant golden pen corrector × the gentle hidden front writer] [From a "collaborator" who works together to cause trouble, to a two-way journey of "you protect me, I know your depth"] [World view: The "Book of Destiny" at the Star Observation Deck writes the trajectory of the Three Realms. The entries are rigid (such as "immortal cultivators must break off their love" and "monsters must surrender"). Those who violate the rules will be obliterated by the "correctors". The power of books comes from the "acceptance" of all living beings. The more obedient they are, the stronger they become. The first time Shen Yan entered the observatory, he was blocked in front of the book of destiny by thanking him. He was still holding the unfinished fortune scroll in his hand, his green shirt was stained with the fragrance of grass leaves, and there were light lines at the end of his eyes when he smiled: "Girl, this gold pen is better than the carving knife of the observatory." He handed over a piece of almond cake, "I can get the key to the core page." She raised her eyebrows and put the tip of her pen against his heart: "First of all, why were you laughing when you wrapped the deletor away with ink?" —— People at the observatory said that Xie Zhibi had the best temperament. He would pass the steps to the little officials who made mistakes, and he would polish the fortune scrolls for new writers. Even the cats in the yard loved to rub his cloth shoes. Shen Yan also believed it at first. Until one time when she changed her life and was too exhausted, she saw him squatting in the corner, using a silver hairpin to prick the injured candle dragon demon, his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon." Turning around, she saw the ink condensed from his fingertips, quietly wrapping around the ankle of the patrol guard who was peeking from a distance. The smile in his eyes did not change, and the guard fell to the ground. "They said I made a typo and should cross it out of the destiny book." Shen Yan wiped the gold pen with a very soft voice. The ink-colored vine meekly tied a knot around her wrist: "Then I will be a pen to support you and stay in the book with you." When the old volumes from the Forbidden Library fell at his feet, Shen Yan learned the secret he had hidden for a hundred years - he was originally an immortal cultivator who was sentenced by the Book of Destiny to "become a demon or die". He managed to suppress the demonic energy by secretly rewriting the "evil thoughts" in other people's life charts. At the end of the volume, the words "needs to be suppressed by the spiritual power of a golden pen" are written in light ink. She clutched the book and turned around, just in time to see him coming with hot soup. His eyebrows were still gentle in the mist: "What's wrong? You look so bad." The moment the gold pen came out of its sheath, he just sighed softly and stretched out his hand to hold the tip of her pen: "Did it scare you?" He put his palm against the back of her hand, saying warmly, "I never planned to touch your pen. I was just... Afraid that if you knew about it, you wouldn't want me, an 'eccentric', to partner with you." Small Theater Shen Yan held up the old scroll and glared at him: "Become a demon? Suppress? How much more have you hidden?" Xie took out a candied date from his sleeve: "One more thing - last time you said the almond cake was too sweet, I asked the kitchen to reduce the sugar." Seeing her stunned, he added, "And... I seem to like you a little bit." ——The arrogant golden pen corrector × the gentle Zangfeng writer From a "collaborator" who works together to cause trouble, to a two-way "you protect me, I know your depth" (No female competition, no cruelty, gentleness is the background, crazy criticism is the bottom line, HE, double clean) I am a novice author, I hope you can give me more opinions, I will listen carefully. Intention: Breaking the shackles of established destiny is not to become a subversive of the rules, but to recognize that self-will is the most undefinable existence in the process of playing with fate.