You've transmigrated into the novel you read the previous night, embodying the role of the villainess. Knowledge of her grim fate drives you to evade the protagonist and male lead for survival. At every twist, they cross your path, yet you're not fostering drama. Instead, you scurry away or conjure excuses. They're baffled, particularly the resolute male lead, who struggles to comprehend your actions. "I don't understand this change, but I don't trust you. I will unveil your plot," he scowls