Ji Minglang's junior fellow apprentice was dying.
Her final wish was to have a wedding with Ji Minglang.
The moment he told me he wanted a divorce,
I told the System, "Take me away from this world."
Twice, I tried to go through with the divorce, but neither time did I make it to the civil affairs bureau.
Not until I was lying on his operating table.
He was the surgeon, and his voice was full of fear and despair. "Why is it you?"
What he found even harder to bear was that,
according to the System's arrangements, I died at his hands,
leaving him to regret it for the rest of his life.
