I Decided to Live a Good Life, But I Think I’m Terminally Ill

<BY HAZEL>

~~SUMMARY~~

I’m telling you, I might vomit a little blood, but I won’t die!

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One day when I was eight, I had a prophetic dream. A terrible dream

in which I, a sickly and ill-tempered princess, grew up to be a villainess and

poisoned to death by my future husband!

‘If I live like this, I won’t die a natural death!’

I resolved to become a good child(?) to survive,

but… “Don’t try so hard. For me, it is more important that my daughter is at ease for the time I have left.”

“There is no way Leila could be this kind… You… are you really short on time?”

My dad and my childhood friend are convinced that I am a terminally ill person whose personality changed right before death.

Excuse me, I’m telling you, I’m not terminally ill!

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Just when I’m busy trying to correct these misunderstandings, my efforts to change the future are taking increasingly strange turns.

The childhood friend who killed me in the prophetic dream is clinging to me, and the First Prince, who used to hate me, is proposing a political marriage.

To top it all off,

“If you need someone to use, just use me instead. I’ll do whatever it takes, like a contract marriage.”

Even the Second Prince Hereis is making an offer I can’t refuse.

Why is everyone acting like this?

All I did was decide to live a good life!