“Sis, you can have the female lead role!”
At the wedding venue, I clutched the hand of the male lead’s unattainable first love, sobbing my heart out.
“Whoever wants it can take it. I sure don’t!”
After transmigrating into a docile-wife romance and learning that I was expected to give the male lead eighteen children, I immediately started looking for someone to take my place.
Who would’ve thought that the frail first love, who’d always seemed one breath away from death, would sit bolt upright from her sickbed and cry: “If you don’t want it, then I don’t want it either!”
As if by tacit agreement, our gazes both turned toward the trembling third female lead.