I transmigrated into the story as the villainess, so I cried as I broke up with the male lead.
On the surface, I was sobbing my heart out. Inside, I was furiously spamming: “Woohoo! I’m free!”
He silently watched my performance to the end, then turned and left. He neither agreed nor disagreed.
Only later did I learn that ever since we held hands that day, he could hear my thoughts.
He heard me call him a bastard.
He heard me say how handsome he was, too.
As I cried and said we were breaking up, I was setting off fireworks in my mind.
He heard every bit of it.
The day my secret was exposed, he pinned me against the wall.
“Every day, I hear you call me a sly old wolf in your head, say you love me, and say you want to be with me forever. I hear every word, loud and clear.”
Turns out my inner monologue was a song he couldn’t stop listening to on repeat.
