JAMSINE
(Host… wake up…) The computer-linked voice echoed inside my ear, sharp and insistent.
I rolled on the bed, weak and utterly tired, my body still heavy from the emotional syndrome two days ago. Every muscle ached, and my eyes felt swollen from the tears I had cried alone in my room.
I didn't even want to leave my room right now, let alone see Stephan. I hate Jasmine's original body for still getting hurt and jealous because of the new girl.
(What? I don't want to do anything… Just let me be.) I replied, still rolling over, burying my face deeper into the pillow.
(You have a new task…. Due to the male lead reacting brutally, you have been considered… so you have the opportunity to drift the female lead far from him…) I sat up straight on the bed as the system's words echoed in my head, sending a cold jolt through my chest.
(What about the gala next week? I haven't done that…)
(When it's time…)
