The Rebirth of a "Doormat": Claiming the School Bad Boy
Language: en
In my past life, I shamelessly threw myself at the school's golden boy. The day I died from incurable cancer was the very day he threw the "wedding of the century" for his childhood sweetheart. Reborn, I found myself back on the exact day I had originally confessed my love to him. With everyone watching, I marched straight past him and slammed my love letter onto the desk of the school's notorious bad boy. The silver-haired delinquent opened his eyes from his nap, staring blankly at the envelope covered in hand-drawn hearts: "?" Me: "Here. Scrap paper."