Even though their regret no longer matters.
She gave everything to those she loved—until it left her terminally ill.
She thought her love would be returned.
“Stop being so dramatic.”
“You’re not going to die from this. Quit whining.”
“Crying again? You cry over everything. It’s annoying.”
What she got instead was cruel scorn… and a lonely, miserable death.
‘I can’t live like this anymore.’
But fate gave her another chance.
Even death couldn’t free her.
“I… I’m sorry!”
“What do I have to do for you to look at me?”
“Please forgive us. Just one more chance.”
Why now? Why are they regretting it only after everything?
While escaping those wretched people, she saved a man—her sworn enemy from a past life.
It was meant to be a simple act of repayment. But…
“No. I won’t watch you waste your life on them again.”
“…”
“Choose me this time. Love me. Or even if you can’t… just stay with me.”
Why are you saying this to me?
I don’t want love anymore.
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