I, Mo Di, transmigrated into a story about the true and fake heiresses as the wicked fake heiress, and got bound to a hell-difficulty survival System. The original owner of the body hasn’t disappeared. She livestreams all the ways I might die inside my head every day.
System task: “Save the true heiress, Qing Na, and change her fate.”
I gladly accepted. How hard could it be to show some kindness to a poor girl? I brought her warmth, stood up to the nasty people who picked on her, and held her all night when she had nightmares.
She grew dependent on me and trusted me. With those dewy, fawn-like eyes, she looked at me as if I were her only salvation.
I thought I had soothed her loneliness and healed her wounds.
Then one day, the doll I’d given her was damaged. The next day, I found that both the broken doll and the person who had hurt it had been “taken care of” and made to disappear.
Then one day, I absentmindedly tried to pull my hand free from her tight grip, and through the haze I heard her murmur contentedly:
“I’ve caught you... My light. This time, I’ll lock you away... in the prettiest cage.”
I jolted awake and realized invisible chains had long since wound around my wrist.
At the other end of those chains was the girl I’d always thought was weak, insecure, and in need of my protection.
I thought I was saving her, but she had already prepared an eternal cage for me.
