[Strong heroine + villainess + substitute + torturing the male lead + the greatest swordswoman]
My beloved died in my place.
I turned evil, secluded myself for thirty years, and slaughtered every faction that had harmed him.
The day I stormed the Demon Abyss, I came across a face that looked almost exactly like his.
I wanted to kill him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I locked him in the dungeon, beat him every day, and gave him life-saving transfusions, telling him, "You should be grateful. Without that face, you’d already be dead."
He hated me, and I hated him.
But in the end, he still took a blade for me and died.
Only later did I learn that someone else had been moving the pieces all along.
Then I would enter the game myself and play this game of life and death with him.
