Summary
I transmigrated into a novel to save the tragic second male lead.
After the mission was complete, he begged me to stay.
In the years that followed, we got married and became a model couple in everyone’s eyes.
But then, the female lead suddenly returned to the country.
The man lying beside me began to drift off frequently, and he often came home smelling of an unfamiliar perfume.
I only asked him about it once, and he snapped at me impatiently:
“Can you stop being so paranoid? It’s not like you can go back anyway.”