Waiting for You Ninety-Nine Times

The day I dressed as the heroine of a sadistic novel, the system asked me to complete ninety-nine escape scenarios before I could go home. The first time, I blocked the sword to save the male protagonist, and he said with red eyes that he would love me again in the next life. For the fiftieth time, I drank the poisoned wine for him, and he cried while holding my body until he lost his voice. For the ninety-eighth time, before I jumped off the cliff, I looked back and saw a flash of smile at the corner of his mouth. For the ninety-ninth time, I rushed into his bedroom with a knife. When the tip of the knife touched his heart, he held my hand and smiled: "Ninety-nine times, madam, it's been so hard waiting for you for my husband." ---