"Ugh... better not. I'm feeling a little tired too..."
Hearing Fang Zheng's reply, Eriri hesitated for a moment before ultimately giving up.
"Mr. Fang Zheng, you really are like the protagonist in one of those books, no matter how you look at it..."
"Just so we're clear, I'm not going to put on Hypnosis Glasses and do this and that to people."
"Of course I know that."
At Fang Zheng's retort, Eriri gave a soft laugh, then buried her head in his arms.
"...Thank you..."
"..."
"...To be honest, I'm tired. No matter how hard I tried or how I expressed my feelings, he never understood. I thought about giving up too, but... I didn't know what I could do if I gave up on him. But now, I've finally realized it. Rather than clinging to someone who refuses to accept me no matter what, I'd rather find someone willing to accept me... even if it's only in a game... Thank you... Mr. Fang Zheng... I can finally walk out of that nightmare... I... won't lose again..."
Eriri's voice grew softer and softer, broken by a few sobs. In the end, she fell into a deep sleep just like that.
Looking at Eriri's sleeping face, Fang Zheng gently stroked her hair. To be honest, he did not know exactly what Eriri had gone through, but from what she had told him before, she had clearly endured a difficult period.
Just as many men complained about being a backup for the Goddess, in fact, the Goddess was often someone else's backup as well.
Love was not reasonable. From an outsider's perspective, Fang Zheng could not see anything about an ordinary-looking, penniless, incapable shut-in—duller than a corpse and without a single redeeming quality—that could attract a woman.
And a beautiful girl like