The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 147

Lucas wasn't so quick to reply this time.

Mika waited for half an hour, and when no message came, she simply turned off the light and went to sleep.

She felt completely at peace, without a trace of anxiety or insecurity.

After all, Lucas, and indeed all the male leads in this world, were nothing more than targets to conquer.

She used them, calculated every move, and went to extreme lengths to get close to them just to extract their resources, level herself up, and break free from this cursed plotline.

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The next morning.

After getting ready, Mika checked her phone. Still no reply from him.

She took the bus to school as usual. When she walked into the classroom, several classmates greeted her warmly.

"Good morning, Mika!"

"How does Prof. Miller keep getting prettier?"

"Did you have breakfast? I've got an extra sandwich here..."

Mika smiled and greeted everyone before taking her usual seat in the middle of the room.

Ever since her glow-up, her popularity had skyrocketed, and she experienced far more kindness than before.

Now, everywhere she went on campus, people eagerly said hello. It had become the new normal, and deep down, it no longer caused a ripple of emotion.

Placing her textbooks on the desk, Mika instinctively stuffed her canvas tote into her cubby, only to hear a faint rustle.

She glanced down and spotted a white envelope sitting inside.

Written clearly across the front was: *To Mika*.

She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then opened it and began to read quietly.

Just as she suspected, it was a love letter.

Did affection always come with prerequisites? Was this boy's fondness based on her kindness and goodness, or on her increasingly stunning appearance?

Those questions didn't matter anymore.

There was once a time when she desperately yearned to be seen, to be saved, hoping someone would reach a warm hand into the dark mud to pull her out.

But after everything she had been through, Mika gradually came to understand a harsh truth.

No one was coming.

No one could truly empathize with the bitter hardships she had endured. No one would cherish the flickering light of her kindness, or ache for the girl struggling in the swamp enough to unconditionally extend a hand.

From beginning to end, the only person who had walked every step of this journey with her was herself.

She had long since stopped waiting, and she had stopped hoping.

The only person who could ever save her was herself.