Chapter 4

I put on my coat and grabbed my car keys, heading out.

The late autumn night carried a biting chill.

The streetlights behind me flickered on, their dim yellow glow offering no warmth.

I stood on the path, originally intending to go to the beach, but suddenly changed my mind.

Within moments, I arrived at the place where Seraphina and I first met.

The overpass was bustling with traffic, like this busy society, full of diverse people and situations that always made one feel out of place.

When I first arrived, I hadn't even fully registered my transmigration when I was thrown into a panic by the girl crying her eyes out in front of me.

In real life, I wasn’t good with words. Seeing the girl’s pathetic state, I couldn’t help but offer her a tissue.

She snatched it awkwardly, her back to me, curled into a ball, not speaking.

After the system's introduction, I realized that this tear-stained mess of a girl was the person I needed to save.

The legendary protagonist of a dark romance novel, a real tear-jerker.

Her mother died when she was three, and her father was sentenced to ten years in prison for theft when she was seven. She worked hard to get into an elite private school but unexpectedly met Blake Sterling due to a bet.

After a series of events like campus bullying, being mistaken for the other woman, pregnancy and miscarriage, divorce, and remarriage, she would live happily ever after with the male lead.

Hearing this, my face was a mask of utter disbelief, completely speechless.

My mission was to make the female lead self-loving and independent, no longer living for a heartless man.

In this world, my family background was the same as in my real world.

No parents, no one to rely on.

Looking at the silently sobbing girl, and remembering how she would later debase herself for a man, I couldn’t resist poking her shoulder.

“Hey, don’t do anything foolish. There’s always hope in life.”

It was cheesy advice, but I’d always comforted myself with it when facing a failed grad school application, a public service job slot being stolen, or being laid off from a company.

As long as you’re alive, there’s always a way out.

But my words seemed to infuriate the girl. A rare flash of annoyance crossed her face.

“What do you know? You have no idea how exhausting my life is!”

Perhaps because I was a complete stranger, she poured out all her teenage troubles to me.

I knew she didn’t need my comfort.

She was just too overwhelmed and needed someone to vent to.

I listened silently, offering her a bottle of water when she got thirsty.

We talked from dawn till dusk, and the resentment on Seraphina’s face gradually faded, her expression softening.

“I’m sorry for wasting so much of your time listening to my rambling.”

She stood up, brushed the dust off her skirt, waved to me, and shouted cheerfully, “Kind stranger, until we meet again!”

She was vibrant and full of life, not at all the emaciated person described in the later parts of the novel.

I suddenly felt that the mission the system had given me truly had meaning.