[On-screen comments + System + regretful pursuit + second male lead takes the spotlight]
I had secretly loved the Crown Prince for ten years, exhausting myself for his sake.
He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights, begging for medicine for his concubine.
I stood behind him with ginseng soup in my hands, my fingers frozen purple, but he didn’t even turn around.
That day, strange words suddenly appeared before my eyes:
[The supporting female character is about to steal the military tally and get herself killed]
[Poor thing. She’ll die without ever knowing who the male lead really loves]
[Run, you silly girl!!!]
So I was a stepping-stone supporting character in a book.
Dying for him was my destined ending.
I looked down at the ginseng soup in my arms.
Ten years had passed. The hands that once held steaming soup had gone cold, too.
I left the soup in the snow.
Then I turned and walked away.
Later, the Crown Prince went mad. He shoved the military tally into my hands, his eyes bloodshot.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? I’ll give it to you. Just don’t go…”
I smiled and tossed the tally into the brazier.
“Your Highness, this thing is only good for starting a fire now.”
