It hadn't taken me long to start genuinely empathizing with the story.
Under Cai Die's excited gaze, my vision gradually began to blur.
The more I read, the more something felt off. And the more I read, the more I empathized with all the story's sweetness and bitterness.
This story...
This story...
Why did it look so familiar?
Wasn't this just a retelling of Ye Qingxian's story? What kind of bullshit was it to say that the greatest punishment for the Male Lead was to die alone? What about the Female Protagonist who died? Was she just unlucky?
I could complain all I wanted, but I still had a strong capacity for empathy.
A moment later, I turned to another page and read the chapter where the Female Protagonist was forced to donate a kidney. The corners of my eyes blurred beyond recognition, and a strange ache welled up inside me. It wasn't that I was especially sentimental. I just chose to immerse myself in the story when I read.
Cai Die clenched her fists, barely containing her excitement, and asked, "Little sister, what do you think of this story?"
She gazed at me expectantly.
Was she asking for my thoughts on the story? I wiped my eyes, put the book down, and thought about my answer.
After a long pause, I declared, "I respect the False Heiress's love. Her intentions weren't wrong. She just held on to one last hope for love and, in the end, chose the wrong person."
When I finished, my eyes seemed to brim with light. Then I began talking about my own love. "Senior Sister is definitely different from the Male Lead in the book. She won't let my hopes fall to the ground. My story will surely have an answer... She's different."
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