I transmigrated into a fantasy romance novel—as an extra with not even a name.
This is what you call an “extra POV” story!
"So I’m really just an extra in this novel!"
After quickly realizing my situation, I decided to enjoy the life of an extra while getting close to the main male lead, the secondary male lead, and even the villain. Everyone seemed to like me, but I wasn’t sure who would actually become my boyfriend.
So I asked them outright:
"Luchi, do you like me?"
“Why would you think that?”
Luchi looked completely baffled. Guess the main male lead isn’t my guy.
"Harrison, do you like me?"
“You shouldn’t say things like that so casually.”
Harrison frowned. The secondary male lead isn’t my guy either.
"Damian, do you like me?"
“Would you like it if I did? Should I like you?”
Damian smirked, and I couldn’t believe I was being mocked. The villain isn’t my guy either…
I really was just an extra.
Why did it take me this long to realize?
It felt empty, but at least I came to my senses eventually.
Now, I’m going to look for a husband who actually suits me.
"I’m going back to find my husband."
I told the three friends, who didn’t like me, that I was leaving:
"What, find a husband?"
"That’s… unexpected."
"What does that mean…?"
Anyone would think all three of them liked me. They don’t.
"Hmph, who’d be fooled by that?"
I’m not going to misread their actions anymore.
"I’m busy. Bye!"
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