Failed to Reincarnate

I possessed a novel with a trash male lead.

For a moment my heart pounded, wondering which character I had possessed.

But was there a crash landing even in possession? The possession failed, and I wandered around as a soul.

Before I could even feel the sorrow of drifting alone through a romance novel....

The male lead as a child saw me, a ghost, screamed at the top of his lungs, and fainted.

‘Ah, I’m doomed.’

Wasn’t the male lead’s keyword supposed to be indifferent, prickly, and cold?

Take those keywords away. Give them back.

***

Seeing the miserable male lead and the pasts of the characters with my own eyes, I grew pity and compassion.

Right, where in the world is someone born trash from birth? I struggled to raise the male lead properly so he could become a functioning human being.

Even though the fact that I had become the protagonist of a ghost story rather than a romance novel still made my eyes sting, I stayed by their side so the children could grow up correctly and I could reform the original story.

As a result.

“Unni, I like you. Please don’t go. Please take me with you too....”

“...Is my face no longer your type?”

“If you’re going to leave, then close the eyes I said were pretty forever before you go.”

“If you have the confidence to take my last breath right now, then you may leave. Until then, I don’t have the confidence to let you go. Please, I beg you..."

I raised them well, and now they’re all obsessed with me.

...Even if the possession failed, it seems the clichés are still clichés after all.