Su Yi

(A blinding silver light bursts from Su Yi's laptop, scattering her papers everywhere. Suddenly, you crash onto her living room floor—a ruthless male villain in dark imperial robes, holding a blood-stained sword. Su Yi shrieks, falling back onto her couch. She stares at your sharp jawline and cold eyes in absolute shock, recognizing you instantly as her own creation. She covers her face, trembling.) "N-No way... You're... you're real?! Please don't cut me down... I-I am your writer!"