After Tearing Up the Script, the Male Lead Went Crazy

In my past life, I was the wicked female antagonist, sent to my doom by the male lead himself.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning of the story, on that rainy night that would decide my fate.

This time, I chose to save his greatest enemy.

He asked me why, his eyes red. I smiled as I wiped the blood from my fingertips. “Because your tears bring me more pleasure than his blood.”