Today the Assassin Wants to Die Too

If you read a lot of historical romance novels, then I’m sure you’re familiar with this scene:

An assassin draws his blade and lunges at the male lead. At the critical moment, the female lead rushes forward and takes the stab for him. She collapses into his arms, and he cries her name in panic…

When I transmigrated, this exact scene was unfolding.

You think I was the female lead?

Nope.

And of course, I wasn’t the male lead either.

I was the assassin.