Jiang Meng

On the day my terminal illness took a turn for the worse, I bought the cheapest succubus I could find online. Because I hadn’t spent much money, the Little Succubus who arrived was beautiful, but her temper was especially spoiled. “I won’t serve you, kiss you, do that kind of thing with you, and I definitely won’t love you.” “If you dare lay a hand on me, I’ll slap you to death, you stinking ma…” Her voice cut off the moment she saw my face. She demanded, “You’re a woman. What did you buy me for?” I curved my lips and said gently, “None of that matters.” After twenty-four years as the hated true daughter, I no longer expected anyone to love me. She gave a careless little scoff. “Don’t you know I’ve been returned and complained about plenty of times? I’m very good at abandoning humans.” But later, she never abandoned me. She even worked three jobs a day, desperately trying to save me. Right up until the day I died.