Once you become a female supporting role, you will be killed by the devil

The lake was like a giant dark green mirror, quietly embedded in the earth. Its depth seemed endless. At a glance, all you could see was the dark and deep bottom, giving people a sense of endless mystery.

The lake shimmered, and a gentle breeze rippled the surface, creating a scene as if countless invisible spirits were playing underwater. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, reflecting on the water in dreamlike, golden streaks.

The lake seems to hold countless stories and secrets, its every subtle ripple a whisper of a long-forgotten past. These unknown mysteries, like fish in water, appear and disappear, igniting curiosity and making one want to plunge in and explore.

Gazing into the distance, the boundless expanse, like a deep, restrained ocean, exudes a constant awe-inspiring atmosphere. This mysterious place, seemingly forgotten by time, is immersed in a tranquility and peace, inviting one to marvel at the wonders of nature and the immensity of the universe. As one's gaze descends upon this profound and restrained landscape, a sense of solemnity and awe surges within, as if time itself has quietly slowed its hurried pace, rendering everything seeming unhurried and leisurely.

At this very moment, there was a pair of eyes, as calm and tranquil as a deep lake, and as mysterious and distant as the quiet night sky. These eyes stared silently and without ripples at the woman named Fang Congyi standing not far ahead.

The woman was graceful and elegant, like a delicate flower blooming in the breeze, exuding an enchanting fragrance and unique charm. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, gently brushing against her fair skin, accentuating her beautiful face and making it even more charming.

However, those eyes weren't drawn to the woman's beauty; they simply stared at her silently, without the slightest emotion, as if examining an object completely unrelated to them. Yet, within this seemingly indifferent gaze, there seemed to be some inexplicable depth, a profound meaning that made one want to explore its mysteries.

Those eyes were like two piercing arrows, endlessly penetrating, unblinkingly focused. Like a high-precision scanner, they sought to penetrate her beautiful exterior and probe the inner world hidden beneath. They carried a fierce desire, a desire to uncover the most intimate corners of her heart, to discern those untold secrets and the delicate and complex emotional fluctuations.

Looking at Fang Congyi again, she stood there gracefully, dressed in a simple, elegant white dress. The dress was as pure and flawless as the white clouds drifting slowly down from the horizon, without a single blemish, giving off a sense of lightness and elegance; it was also as pure and holy as the snowflakes falling in the winter sky, exuding a cool and charming aura. The breeze blew, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently, like a blooming white lotus dancing in the wind.

The breeze blew gently, and the skirt fluttered gently in the wind, like a white lotus quietly blooming in the world, fresh, refined, graceful and moving.

The sunlight fell on her skirt, sparkling little crystal lights, making her whole body exude a charming glow that made people fall in love with her.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall and fell softly on her shoulders. The breeze blew gently, and a few strands of hair brushed against her snow-white cheeks, like soft feathers gently caressing her, which made her face more delicate and charming.

The shiny black hair sparkled with a faint luster, like the bright stars in the night sky, and each strand looked so slender and flexible.