After I Died, They Started Visiting My Grave
by Putting Down The Pen And Condensing The Ink
About This Novel
The day I dressed as the female supporting character in a sadistic novel, the system told me that I had to endure 99 sadistic stories before I could go home. For the 98th time, the male protagonist pinched my chin with red eyes: "Even if you die, don't try to escape." I laughed and swallowed the poison directly. This time, I died on the day he loved me most. At the funeral, my fiancé smashed the mourning hall: "The person she loves most is me, the coffin must be opened!" My stepsister cried heartbreakingly: "Sister, wake up, can't I give the hero back to you?" And the arrogant hero, kneeling on the rainy night, dug my grave like crazy. But they don't know-I'm lying on the island at this moment, counting the ninety-nine billion I've reached with a smile.
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