I was the heroine's first love in an angsty romance novel.
After the male lead appeared, Song Wanji gradually began to forget me.
She forgot how she'd begged the emperor to arrange a marriage for us, and how she'd offended the empress dowager for my sake.
She had never gambled before, but she went to the gambling house for another man, and only for him.
My presence in her life grew fainter and fainter.
The other man's appearances grew more and more frequent.
On the day I faked my death, she forgot she was a princess and rushed into the flames to save me.
I whispered in her ear, "Go. Love the person fate has chosen for you."
After I "died," she became the Empress and made the male lead her consort.
A month later, I heard that the consort had been deposed and executed by slicing.
