How I Kept the Crazy Male Lead in the Palm of My Hand

[A resourceful, flexible, little-actress heroine VS a genuinely ruthless, mad, lovesick hero]

To regain her lost memories and fulfill the wish she'd made before she died, Song Zhanqiu accepted a mission assigned by the System: win over the target characters. But who could have known they'd be like this?

"My little cherry... Is she going to marry him?"

The emotionally stunted assassin's jealousy spiraled into madness. In the corner, a man's corpse had already gone cold.

"Qiuqiu, please love me..."

The thousand-year-old lonely ghost crouched at her feet, sobbing. When he raised his head, his twisted, lovestruck face trembled as he spoke: "Don't even think about running..."

"Anyone who angers you gets cut down on the spot! You are my treasure, mine!"

The tyrannical emperor gripped her shoulders and made her swear an oath before piles of bones.

"Elder Sister, I'll give you anything you want: the empire, handsome men, or... my life?"

Song Zhanqiu: "Don't love me. It won't end well."

After she finally went to great lengths to collect all the male leads' fragments, ready to hand them over to the System for reassembly and destruction, the System disappeared. All that remained was her, facing a man pieced together from a multitude of mental illnesses.

Song Zhanqiu: "Excuse me?"