When Clara died, the system came and spoke to her. So, she seized the opportunity to strike a deal with it and exchanged her soul for a chance to bid farewell to Ian. It gave her a time limit of seven days.
As she sat in silence, Clara gazed at the clock on the table. If Ian had looked closely earlier, he might have noticed something unusual about it.
The clock only had seven-time markers.
She reached out and pushed the hand forward by one notch while whispering softly, "Six days left."
Early the next morning, Clara went out to go to the crematorium to purchase a burial plot and an urn.
Her death had been sudden and someone had to take care of her affair after her death.
At the crematorium, when the staff learned that she was buying a burial plot for herself, they jokingly remarked, "You're so young, so why are you thinking this far ahead already?"
Clara forced a wry smile on her face, "Well, there are six days left for me."
Hearing this, the staff cast a sympathetic glance at her. He mistakenly thought that she had a terminal sickness.