Synopsis
It was a trashy novelβ
but to me, it was a masterpiece.
I reincarnated into the romance fantasy novel Evening Primrose.
I was thrilled at the thought of finally seeing my favorite character, Iart, in real life.
But thenβ
ββ¦What is that?β
Dark purple smoke swirled above his head.
It slowly seeped into his hairβ¦
ββ¦Youβve got to be kidding me.
This damn bookβwas it really this kind of story?β
Shingβ.
A sharp blade was pressed against my neck.
I somehow survived after countless twists and turns, but thenβ
βArenβt you afraid of me?β
My favorite character stepped closer.
Iart, who had once looked at me with distrust, fixed his blue eyes on me and began to call my name.
βIrenea.β
And thenβ
βCome here.β
βEvery time you touch meβ¦ I feel something.β
β¦Wait a second.
Is this really how itβs supposed to go?





