You’ll Stay With Me, Won’t You?
Language: en
To ensure the heroine's successful conquest, the System faked my death. I woke up six years later. Penniless, I stood on the street, the hero and heroine already living a blissful life. I'd just escaped a fire, so disheveled I’d lost a shoe. Feeling a bit lost, I messaged Henry Darcy. "…Could you pick me up?" The call came back quickly. But it wasn't Henry speaking. A child’s voice, after a moment of silence, spoke with forced aloofness: "Oh, another one pretending to be my mom."