Summary
The day before the Grand Finals, the team van’s brakes failed. I got into a car accident and was seriously injured, hospitalized. Only before I died did I learn that my boyfriend had tampered with the car. His white moonlight was a substitute on the other team in the finals. She wanted to win the championship, and I was the officially recognized Top AD Carry. I died in the ICU with regret, while his white moonlight stood on the podium, proud and content. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn two months before the finals. My boyfriend, for the sake of the white moonlight, picked the wrong hero: “Sorry, I spaced out.” I glanced at him and said coldly, “Next game, switch him out. It’s him or me.”