Um olhar da draminha e o vilão Durian já está de joelhos.

"Please, don't die, I'm begging you, don't die, okay? I won't hate you anymore, really, I swear, please, don't die..."

A ragged gasp.

Liu Sui Sui jolted awake from her nightmare, sitting up abruptly and wiping the traces of tears from her face.

It took her a moment to realize she was in an uncomfortably cramped space, surrounded by old, battered furniture, lying on the upper bunk of a narrow bed.

A chill wind crept in, making her shudder. Only then did her mind clear enough to recall what had happened.

She had once been the cherished heiress of the Liu family in City A, raised in luxury, her family doting on her and granting her every wish. The only thing she had ever disliked was the meddlesome uncle next door from the Qiao family, who, seven years her senior, always found a way to boss her around.

But during that fateful earthquake, he had shielded her with his own body, protecting her entirely. When the rescue teams finally arrived, he no longer breathed.

At that moment, a being calling itself "the system" had found her, offering to bring him back to life—if only she would complete some tasks.

Liu Sui Sui had never liked owing anyone, so in a moment of recklessness, she agreed.

But now, surrounded by these dilapidated surroundings, she was starting to regret her decision.

This tiny enclosure had only two walls of cement; the other two were merely wooden boards. Besides the bunk bed, there was only a small desk and a single stool. Nothing more.

Through the thi