by jia217
"Ugh...Cecilion...My poor baby...Uhuhuh..." I can't even recall the amount of times I had cried and wept over Cecilion, The second male-lead of a romance fantasy novel, To Become The Empress. I blew my nose, eyes still red. "How is it only him who doesn't have a happy ending...Stupid novel," I relentlessly begin to curse the novel in my head, collapsing onto my bed in frustration. I need sleep, I decided.However, waking up in that same novel I cursed — was not what I decided. If that's so, I sho…