The Years I Had the Psycho Male Lead Wrapped Around My Finger

[A flexible, theatrically dramatic heroine VS a genuinely ruthless, unhinged, possessive hero] To regain her lost memories and fulfill the wish she had while alive, Song Zhanqiu accepts a mission assigned by the System: win over the target. But who could have guessed the targets would be like this? “My little cherry... is going to marry him?” The emotionally stunted assassin is consumed by jealousy, madness growing wild as the man’s corpse in the corner grows cold. “Qiuqiu, please love me...” The ghost, lonely for a thousand years, crouches at her feet and sobs. When he looks up again, his twisted, lovesick face trembles as he speaks: “Don’t even think about escaping...” “Anyone who angers you, cut them down on the spot! You are my treasure, mine!” The tyrannical emperor grips her shoulders and makes her swear an oath before the piles of skeletons. “Elder Sister, I’ll give you anything you want: the empire, handsome men, or... my life?” Her eccentric, sinister younger half-brother, the emperor, wraps his arms around her from behind and kisses her neck. “Do you like the sound of this flute? Heh... I stripped this bone flute from a performer.” The sickly, disabled heir toys with the bloodstained flute, his expression dark. “I heard a performer tried to seduce my wife...” Song Zhanqiu: Don’t fall in love with me. It won’t end well. After she finally gathers the male leads’ fragments through painstaking effort and gets ready to hand them over to the System to be assembled and destroyed, the System disappears. All that remains is her, facing a creature pieced together from a whole bunch of madmen. Song Zhanqiu: “Excuse me?”