Chapter 2

I scooped a bite of cream into my mouth, a bitter taste spreading on my tongue.

It was laughable. She remembered bathing Julian’s dog, but forgot it was my birthday today.

Maybe her heart had wandered, and her memories had gone with it.

"System, can you sing 'Happy Birthday'?"

"No, I only sing dirges."

I chuckled. "Then don't bother. Save it for when I die."

"Help me leave this world."

If I left here, I could return to my original world.

In that world, though I didn't have a healthy body,

I had a loving family and friends.

I missed the rice noodle rolls from downstairs and the beef soup from the old street market.

And of course, my dad's warm, hearty porridge.

Here, I only cooked for Seraphina.

Because she was a doctor.

Her hands were vital to her patients, and to her.

But when I saw Julian's Ins post, I completely broke down.

Her slender, well-protected fingers, those hands I cherished, were patiently peeling crawfish for him.

The caption read: "My golden hands only peel shrimp for me."

It made all my past efforts seem like a joke.

"Host, won't you try harder?"

"No." My heart was dead.

The moment she decided to divorce, the mission was doomed to fail.

It was just a matter of when I would die. Why not end it sooner?

The System sighed faintly. "Self-termination will be a bit painful."

"Good news is, you get to choose how you die."

I thought about it seriously.

A faint smile touched my lips.

"Seraphina never believed I would disappear."

"Then I'll die by her golden hands."

I bet her expression would be priceless then.