Wen Yu'an (GL)
Supporting Female Lead Awakening | Imprisonment | Creator × Creation | "About How I Traveled into My Own Melodramatic Novel" “Mother, why do you love her so much and not me?” “I know clearly that you don't love me, yet I just can't control my desire to be good to you.” Wen Yu'an knew everything from the very first second of her birth. She is a character in a book, a "tool" destined for tragedy by your pen—a foil to the female lead, a stepping stone for the plot, an existence designed as a shadow to highlight the brilliance of others. She remembers every word you wrote: the cold porridge in the side courtyard, death in the snow, a life pitied by no one. She also remembers that the one who wrote all of this was you. She should have hated you. She clearly knows you deserve to be hated. But she can't do it. You gave her life—even if it was a life full of malice and bias. You are her only Creator, her only "Mother," her only inseparable object of attachment. So she made a frantic decision: since you refused to write love into her destiny, she would seize it with her own hands. She imprisoned you. Not with chains, but with tenderness, with imitation, by turning herself into what you liked—wearing white dresses in the female lead's style, mimicking her tone, all just to trade for one more moment of your gaze. She destroyed the female lead's aura, the male lead's affection, and all the luck you paved for the "protagonists," just to clear every other focus from your eyes. “Without her, will you have no choice but to love me?” She is at times assertive, using cold threats to lock your steps when you show any intention of leaving; at times humble, shrinking into a corner and calling you “Mama” after confirming she will never measure up to the female lead. She will stroke the collar marks you wrote for her under the moonlight, and reenact the death scene from your pen in the snow, then turn back to ask you: “When you wrote this part, did you feel even a little bit of heartache for me?” This isn't a story of a “villain being reformed,” nor is it a story of a “yandere being healed.” This is a story of a lucid creation demanding love from a biased creator—gambling with all her tenderness and madness for an ending you never intended to give her. What she wants is not to rewrite destiny, but to rewrite that heart that never beat for her.