After Seeing the Comments, I Chose My Childhood Friend Over the Newcomer

A row of on-screen comments appeared before my eyes, and I realized I had transmigrated into a book as its heroine.

The comments were all lamenting that I'd have my hands and feet broken and be abandoned by everyone.

I took the script into my own hands, pursued the second male lead, my childhood friend, and decisively gave up on the gloomy, obsessive male lead who'd appeared out of nowhere.

But then the plot spiraled out of control, and the villainess tried to kill me.

Just as my life hung in the balance, the man who'd appeared out of nowhere actually...