“I only coughed up a little blood—it’s not like I’m dying!”
One day at the age of eight, I had a prophetic dream.
In the dream, I grew up into a sickly, ill-tempered duchess who became a villainess… only to be poisoned to death by her future husband.
‘At this rate, I’m going to die young!’
To survive, I decided to become a kind child(?), but…
“Don’t push yourself. Your father only wants you to spend your remaining time in peace.”
“There’s no way Leila would suddenly become this nice… Y-you’re really dying, aren’t you?”
My father and childhood friend become convinced that my personality changed because I’m terminally ill.
Excuse me? I’m not dying!
As if clearing up the misunderstanding wasn’t hard enough, all my attempts to change the future start going strangely off course.
The childhood friend who poisoned me in the dream starts clinging to me, and the First Prince—who used to hate me—suddenly proposes a political marriage.
And then, to top it off…
“If you need someone to use, then use me instead. I’ll agree to a contract marriage or whatever you want.”
Even the Second Prince, Hereis, makes an irresistible offer.
What is wrong with everyone?
I only decided to live kindly!
