Just as the male lead I'd been conquering dropped to one knee and proposed, several lines of text suddenly floated across my vision.
[What a pitiful substitute. Does she really think she's loved?]
[The male lead just wants to use your heart to save his beloved. Wake up!]
[Don't say yes. Run!]
I was actually the unlucky heroine of an angsty romance novel, a substitute for the male lead's beloved.
After we got together, he would stage an accident and transplant my heart into the sick heroine.
Then my body would be left to rot in the wilderness after he'd used me.
I valued my life more than my conquest progress.
But the diamond ring was already on my finger.
I steeled myself, wrapped my arms around the male lead, and kissed him.
“Qin Xiaoran, you've finally agreed to marry me. We'll be together forever.”
The male lead shoved me away.
“Who did you say? Say that again!”
