I transmigrated into the body of a supporting saintess in a romance fantasy novel I had dropped, a character whose body and mind were completely trampled upon. Who do you think I’d just meekly accept this?
Just when I finally managed to become strong, the saintess’s prophetic dreams are showing me things like a "future where I’m being held by a man and acting all cute."
It’s ridiculous. Logically speaking, there’s no way I could fall in love with a guy, right?
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