Dream Reading

After completing the mission of proposing to Zhou Sinian 99 times, we finally got the license. 
I thought I had successfully changed the novel's plot. I thought he deeply fell in love with me. 
So for him, I gave up the opportunity to return to the real world again and again. 
But later, I overheard his conversation with the doctor. 
"Mr. Zhou, back then, to make Miss Luo happy, you deliberately caused a car accident so that your wife could only sit in a wheelchair. Was it really worth it?" 
"As long as Ming Yue is happy, everything I did was worth it." 
Zhou Sinian subconsciously rubbed the wedding ring on his finger: 
"But that matter is in the past, don't bring it up again." 
At that moment, I fell from heaven directly into hell. 
I mistakenly thought I had acquired his love, but I never imagined that the pain I suffered was all thanks to him. 
So I closed my eyes and told the System I wanted to abandon the mission. 
Later, I faked my death to escape and went far away. 
But Zhou Sinian went mad trying to find my traces all over the world.

After Ten Years of Strategy for the Affectionate Male Supporting Role, I Chose to Give Up

The next day, Zhou Sinian mysteriously said he needed to fetch something and left early in the morning.


I went along and started packing my things, planning to burn everything when the time came.


The System told me it would clear irrelevant people and create a fire for me in advance. By then, I'd be burned to death in the villa, and that would be the way I die in this world.


Then I can return to the original world.


Like a soulless puppet, I sat lifelessly in the living room, quietly counting down the seconds of my life, until Zhou Sinian pushed open the door with a gift box in hand.


He turned on the light, saw my pale face, and frowned worriedly, "Why are you waiting in the living room? If you're tired, go sleep. No need to worry about me."


I didn't respond, just quietly looked at him, as if I wanted to see through him.


Zhou Sinian felt a bit uneasy under my gaze, turned his head away, and saw the packed things by my side, immediately panicking, "Where are you going with the packed things?"


Is he afraid I know the fact that he hurt me, and then leave him?


I found it subconsciously a bit funny, then made an excuse to brush it off, saying I didn't want these things anymore.


Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, took the package away, and said he would handle it so I didn't have to.


He rambled on, explaining that since my car accident, he feared I'd act impulsively, which is why he became a bit neurotic. He didn't forget to remind me to stay at home obediently.


Then, he opened the gift box and took out a delicately crafted white dress: "Today is our tenth wedding anniversary, and I specially chose this for you. Even if you can't step onto the stage, you're the most beautiful swan in my heart."


With gentle care, he helped me into the dress, even redoing my hair, and pushed me to the floor-length mirror, softly asking if it looked good.


I stared blankly at the reflection in the mirror. Yes, once upon a time, I could wear a dress, stand on stage, and look so beautiful.


But now, all these beauties have nothing to do with me.


I remained silent for a long time; Zhou Sinian's initial excitement gradually turned to bewilderment. He took my hand and comforted me, "Why aren't you speaking? Don't you like this dress?"


The price was too tragic. I don't want it, nor do I dare to want it again.


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