Deleted but Not Dead
After failing my mission, I was about to be erased by the system—completely wiped from this world.
In the final twenty-four hours before my deletion, I agreed to donate a kidney to my younger sister. My husband, overjoyed, held me tightly and said he would not divorce me anymore.
When my sister stole my design draft, I voluntarily admitted I was the plagiarist. My parents nodded in satisfaction, saying I had finally become sensible.
At last, I became the good wife and good daughter they had always wanted.
But later, when they saw my corpse, they all lost their minds.