How Could the Male Lead Not Love Me?

After my ninety-ninth agonizing death, I went mad. I was the heroine of an old-school tragic romance. I was supposed to be abused in body and spirit and then die, so the male lead could belatedly fall in love with me and regret everything. But that damned man never truly loved me after I died. So the System kept making me start over. On my hundredth life, I planted my foot on the male lead’s face and laughed like a madwoman. “Go on, say it. Say you love me.”