After the Plot Erased Me, the Male Lead Went Completely Insane

The day my illness relapsed, I called him and asked him to come home.

He said, "You know how busy I am with work. Don't bother me."

I curled up on the floor in agony.

In my mind, the System played images of him leaning intimately against another woman. My heart felt as if it had been cut to pieces.

We'd been childhood sweethearts for more than a decade, yet I couldn't compete with a woman he'd known for barely three months.

Later, I died.

Before I died, I sent him one last message. At the time, he was out having fun at a bar.

When news of my death reached him, he broke down.