“The host should be grateful,” the voice added. “If you exchange it and I tell you this afterward, your Overlord Tickets would be wasted.”
So I should be thankful?
Ruan Ning gritted her teeth. “Jiaojiao, you’re truly something. Disappear quickly. I’ve barely survived Meng Chi’s anger; don’t let you kill me with frustration.”
The female voice hesitated before cheerfully responding, “Okay, host, fighting! Turn this abusive story sweet soon!”
After the system disappeared, Ruan Ning crouched on the bed, utterly miserable. What had led her to this abusive story? This was not a livable life.
The candle illuminated the room as Meng Chi noticed a deep mark on his sister’s neck, swollen from a vicious act. Although he felt something was off, he couldn’t investigate further. Meng Yao was right; they had relied on each other since childhood. Even if she was lying, he couldn’t risk losing her.
“Don’t do this again,” Meng Chi said slowly. “I won’t always be able to come back in time.”
“If you can’t come back, just let me die,” Meng Yao replied stubbornly. “I’d rather die than watch you protect that little bitch.”
“Yao Yao,” Meng Chi said with determination, “Think carefully. If you die, I’ll remember you, but even the most cherished memories fade over time.”
“No, you can’t forget me, even if I die!” Meng Yao cried, throwing herself into his arms.
“Even as a ghost, I’ll haunt you!”
Meng Chi held her down and gently placed her back on the bed, stepping back a few steps. “Yao Yao, I once hated Wang’s bitch so much, but now I can’t even remember her face. It’s the same principle. People must live; once dead, you can’t think of anything.”
Meng Yao wept in despair. She had known when she saw Ruan Ning chained that the little bitch had stolen her brother’s heart. Her brother was like this – whatever he liked, he had to control. When she was young and active, she once nearly drowned. Afterward, Meng Chi tied a rope to her wrist, taking her everywhere. Back then, she felt constrained, but now, she longed to be tied to him forever.
