Preface
I was the villain's long-dead White Moonlight wife.
Ten years after my death, the system brought me back to life—with a mission:
Redeem the man who had fallen into darkness.
But I had lost all my memories.
So when I saw him from a distance for the first time, before I could even get close...
His subordinates threw me out like garbage.
Lying on the cold ground, dazed and aching, glowing lines of text suddenly flashed before my eyes:
[Again? Seriously, how many times has the system sent someone to 'save' the villain?]
[For years, just to keep him from destroying the world, the system's thrown in lookalikes, memory copies, and emotional clones.]
[Some had her face. Some had her personality. Some even had her full set of memories, acting like the real deal...]
[But none of them succeeded.]
[And now this one? So plain. How long can she last?]