In my seventh year as a vicious female supporting character, the system finally told me that the plot was over and freedom had arrived. I held my nine-year-old lover in my arms to celebrate my new life, but he whispered softly in my ear: "Sister, you smiled like this the night you killed me." It turned out that he remembered the death in every cycle. When the system dissipates, the cage he carefully woven is truly revealed - this time, there is no script, no escape route, just us, staring at each other in eternal silence until death.
