After My Attempted Suicide, My Ex-Boyfriends Came Knocking

I burst into tears after reading the last part. I don't even know why I wanted to cry after reading it. I don't think I even understood the author's meaning. But the last part inexplicably made me think about whether I will still remember the books that accompanied my entire childhood in ten, maybe twenty or thirty years? Will I still remember the characters I used to like? Will I still remember the place where that dream began?

The person I'm with is using a pseudonym, but that pseudonym isn't really me. They only love one person, but I've already divided my heart into many pieces.

Strictly speaking, the female lead can now be seen as a reincarnation, so it's understandable that she might fall in love with someone else.

A slight, sharp pain shot through my heart. I'd been stabbed out of nowhere. Damn it, Madam!

Isn't this a ridiculous post? Why did you have to stab me in the back at the end? But to be honest, the last few paragraphs were so beautiful, really so beautiful. I suddenly thought about ten or twenty years from now. Will I still remember the characters I once loved and the magical world I once imagined so vividly?

I thought this was a comedy?! I never expected it to be so grievous; it seems a knife wound really does kill.

Goodness, his face was frozen from smiling.

So many suggestive/adult language! Wow, I love it! (//?//)

I'm not sure if it's a knife, but I'm still very sad and I'm furious with Sixteen.

The dead knife is attacking me.