Whispers in the Firelight
Language: en
To allow the female lead to successfully conquer him, the system faked my death. When I opened my eyes again, six years had already passed. I stood on the street penniless. The male and female leads were already living happily ever after, while I had just escaped a massive fire, so disheveled I didn't even have a single shoe. Feeling a bit lost, I sent a message to Arthur. "...Could you come pick me up?" A call came back very quickly. But the person speaking wasn't Arthur. A child stayed silent for a moment, then said with deliberate coldness: "Oh, another one pretending to be my mom."