Summary
I transmigrated into a hated Female Lead who would only be loved after her death.
It was the day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
The pampered Female Supporting Role intentionally threw herself down the stairs. Clutching her ankle, she looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.
“You made me break my leg right before the competition. Sister, do you really…”
“…do you really hate me that much?”
In an instant, all the male supporting characters swarmed around her, turning on me as one.
I didn’t walk away with indifference as the original plot dictated.
Instead, I spat out a mouthful of blood right in front of everyone.
I wiped my mouth, walked up to the Female Supporting Role, and slapped her hard across the face.
“You’re right, I really do hate you that much. Since I’m dying anyway, why don’t you just humor me for once, little sister?”