Synopsis
I transmigrated into a romance novel as the male lead's first love. And not just any role — an extra whose entire family gets wiped out within two years, and who dies along with them. My purpose in the story was simple. Hurt the male lead emotionally, then exit. That's it. I wasn't even that stressed about it. If I died, I'd just go back home, right? So I went ahead with the plan. Attempted su*cide right in front of the male lead, exactly as the story called for. It seemed like the cleanest way out without breaking anything in…
