The Beginning Is Bound to a Bookstore, but the Customer Is Actually the Final Chapter

I use a red pen to correct my mistakes in life for late-night visitors. As a bonus, I get to rewrite my past. I am Lin Cheng, a prisoner in a midnight bookstore. Over the past hundreds of years, I have seen too many drafts of destiny, using a cinnabar pen to erase regrets and rewrite the future. Until one rainy night, a girl named Lu Rou pushed in the door and handed over a completely blank book. There is no story about her, but all the predetermined fates in the bookstore begin to collapse. The words are falling off the bookshelves, and fictional characters are coming to life. And I saw my past in her eyes. She asked softly: "Having rewritten countless fates, do you dare to finish writing your own story?" This time, I didn't have red ink on my nib. Only have the courage to write the first word for yourself.