I died after staying up all night reading a novel, then transmigrated into the angsty book I'd just finished, as the vicious supporting woman who was tortured to death by the male lead.
At that very moment, the male lead was charging at me with his sword, while the original heroine watched from outside the door.
According to the original story, I was supposed to cry and say, “I love you.”
But instead, I
Dropped to my knees and offered him tea with both hands:
“Your Highness, please calm down. Have some water first, and hear me out, no, wait, let me explain.”
The male lead froze.
The original heroine froze.
The whole capital froze.
Later, I volunteered to go “recuperate” at a manor outside the city.
Far from the male lead, the original heroine, and all that nonsense.
I had it all planned out: farm a little, grow some flowers, and live until the ending.
Then one day, I found a blood-covered man by the roadside.
I looked down
It was Gu Linyuan.
Chunxing: “Miss, run!”
Me: “No. Save him.”
Chunxing: “Have you lost your mind? He tried to kill you yesterday!”
Me: “If I save his life, he'll owe me a favor and won't kill me. That's called a long-term investment.”
Only later did I realize this man was far more trouble than I'd imagined.
P.S.:
I'm a new author, thin-skinned but shameless. Criticism is fine, just don't be too harsh (please spare me).
The heroine isn't a pushover or a martyr. The hero... well, he's still under observation.
Feel free to stop by the comments anytime. I'll read every one carefully.
Requests for updates, complaints, and confessions of love are all welcome.
