After I Faked My Death, the Demon Lord Waited 300 Years for Me

Jiang Miao transmigrated into the role of the female lead’s love tribulation. According to the script, she and the female lead meet when they are both down on their luck. They fall in love, separate, and meet again as adversaries. In the end, she awakens and takes her own life, allowing the female lead to attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality. Jiang Miao performed her part flawlessly. The only problem was her scene partner’s lackluster reactions. Her partner possessed breathtaking beauty, with exquisite makeup, and often watched her act while propping her chin on her hand. Those beautiful eyes held an air of indifference, and though she occasionally delivered a few lines, there was always a sense of languid apathy, as if she cared about nothing. Only when Jiang Miao died did the other woman’s eyes widen. Her lips seemed to form words, but Jiang Miao couldn’t hear them. Her role was finished. A few days after returning home, she received a message. System: You targeted the wrong person. The world is about to collapse! Only then did Jiang Miao realize that the one she had been acting opposite was the Demon Lord. This time, she transmigrated directly three hundred years into the future. The beauty from back then had fully grown into a major villain, ruthless and tyrannical by nature, rumored to be able to crush someone’s skull with a casual flick of her hand. Before Jiang Miao could even think of an excuse, she was captured. As the other woman drew closer, with nowhere to hide, Jiang Miao’s knees buckled, ready to admit her mistake. But the other woman beat her to it, eyes bloodshot and voice choked with sobs. “…I still have half a life left. Don’t you want it anymore?” It was a line Jiang Miao had delivered back then. She never expected her to remember it for three hundred years. – When Ling Gu left, she intended to die. She had realized the cruelty of this world too early. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t escape her fate. Since that was the case, it was better to just depart. But before dying, she met a young girl. The girl tried desperately to please her, with a new script every day—full of tears, laughter, and extreme melodrama. At first, Ling Gu remained unmoved, but gradually, she too was infected by that vitality. She wanted to live, but the other girl died. Ling Gu held the other’s cold corpse, her breath catching, her hair turning completely white. She felt as if she had lost half her life. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: After I Faked My Death, the Demon Lord Waited 300 Years for Me — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠