Only After I Died Did the Whole World Start Loving Me

Who Will Save Her After She Saves the World? #Author, Are You Asleep? I Can't Sleep I'm the last celestial beauty in the Chinese entertainment industry, and I have a secret I can't tell anyone: I can see the future, but I have to trade away my lifespan. Save my best friend: minus three days. Save my rival: minus four hours. Save a little girl about to jump off a building: minus three days. Then, on the eve of the pandemic, a crimson countdown appeared before my eyes: minus 78 years. Trade my entire lifespan for the survival of all humanity. I smiled and pressed confirm. After I died, I ascended to godhood, only to discover an even crueler truth: In every domineering CEO romance, the one pinned against the wall and kissed by force is me. In every cultivation novel, I'm the sacrificial furnace. In every apocalypse novel, I'm the one everyone fights over. At last, I cross into the real world and knock on that man's door: “Dear Author, you made my life so miserable...” “Did you ever ask what I, the person you're writing about, think?” On his computer screen, he is writing Chapter 111: “Liu Feifei discovers that she is only a character in a novel.” And I'm standing right behind him, pressing Backspace on the document. This time, I'll write the story myself.