I don’t know which novel I’ve transmigrated into.’ The forsaken princess, Ritania. In a typical romance novel, the transmigrated me should have chosen to propose a contract marriage to a suitable man to deviate from the original story and enjoy a comfortable, pleasant life. “Will you marry me?” A strange man proposes at our first meeting? And this man, he’s too beautiful. Possessing the beauty that should rightfully belong to a male lead in a romance novel, yet he inexplicably proposes to me without any context. “We just met today. Why would we get married?” When Ritania asked with a bewildered face, Orbis blinked slowly. “Ah, right. ‘This time’ it is our first meeting.” His blue eyes shone strangely. The man’s pupils slit vertically, and a peculiar smile appeared on his lips. Chills ran down my body. Ritania then realized the kind of novel she had transmigrated into. Receiving the love of a dragon who doesn’t understand human emotions, suffering from the dragon’s expressions of affection, which were as unpredictable as natural disasters. Losing everything dear to her and ultimately becoming crippled, leading to her surrendering to life. ‘A tragic, dark novel!’ She was the protagonist of a hopeless story where the dragon, only understanding regret at the moment of her death, begs for another chance at love, with only a sad ending awaiting!
Варя Кабанова
obsession, obsession, and more obsession. I didn’t like it.