After transmigrating into a book, I dated a stunningly handsome passerby character and even had a daughter with him.

Until three years later, the system came online and told me I was the vicious supporting female lead, and that I had to return to the main plot.

Left with no choice, I lied and said I had cancer.

After leaving a letter for the father and daughter, I vanished without a trace.

After that, I moved to another city and dutifully played the male lead’s devoted simp.

After all my efforts, the male lead finally agreed to take me home to meet his family.

But when I pushed open the door,

I saw the passerby character I had loved and abandoned sitting inside, holding a half-grown daughter in his arms.

His pupils were unfocused, his empty gaze turning toward me.

The male lead quietly reminded me,

“Oh, right. My sister-in-law passed away from illness not long ago. My brother cried himself blind over it.”

“This widower is pretty crazy now. Don’t provoke him.”

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