I won the grand slam of Best Actress awards at twenty-six, and then the world suddenly froze.
The System told me I was just a character in a novel, and that the author in the real world, a biological heiress rejected by a wealthy family, was about to kill herself and leave the story unfinished.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become her.
I looked at the fake heiress sneering at me for being a country bumpkin, my biased parents, and the barrage of comments from netizens tearing me apart.
I smiled.
When it comes to losing your mind, every last one of you is trash.
