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Falling For Me At My Life's End

Falling For Me At My Life's End

5.0

I was brought to this world by a system to conquer Jaxton in a book. If I can't make Jaxton fall in love with me, the system will erase me. My body slowly rots and decays, eventually turning into a pool of blood with no bones left. In the last few days of my life, I told him that I was dying and begged him to love me. He coldly replied, "Then go ahead and die." Later, when I was really dying, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

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