My life was like a silkworm, until you emerged from your cocoon and gave me hope and direction.
I thought I could find love, but then you said your romantic luck had run dry in this life, and we'd have to continue our fate together in the next.
(Angry face, middle finger) Do you know how many lifetimes will have passed by the time your next life comes around, at the rate I keep killing myself?, Osamu's Romance Diary
“To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so melodramatic.”
“Shut up!”
“That's more like it.”
A cool, sweet king who blows up the whole room VS a sharp-tongued, scheming, black-hearted freak.
My take on a transmigrated Osamu. I stopped updating it before, so don't ask. The answer is, it's abandoned...
Theme: The blurb is a lie, but the love story isn't. The one doing the deceiving is the protagonist.
