Dimension Restarts, Are You Here to Save Me?

When I was still typing with my head down and unable to write a single word. As the protagonist of my unpublished work, the ideal and perfect woman appeared in front of me. In my stunned moment. She said: "My name is Bai Xiaohong, what about you? Why do I feel like I will cease to exist soon? Is it because you created me? Well... How should I say... Me? (A pause of silence) My name is Fang Buyuan, a writer. I think I am just a writer, (voice trembles slightly) but soon I am not... I know it's wrong to think this way, it's quite cowardly. But I can't control it... I really can't control it. I just feel like... I've never had it easy. I don't know what I am living for. Maybe... Just to prove how unlucky he is. "I can't write any more, just think of it as a dream of mine!" As this sentence ended, Fang Buyuan picked up the pen and pointed it at his neck without any hesitation. Space and time seemed to be stagnant and broken. Warnings of code errors sounded one after another, and the dimension restarted.