[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game":3,"chapter-how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-441":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1218433,1604,"Chapter 441 441: Uncertainty of an Unbeating Heart Interlude","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-441",441,"\u003Cp>But something within her had changed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name that once sounded so dull—so laughably average—was now echoing in her thoughts like a question without an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without even realizing it, the mask of obsession she used to wear like a game was slowly becoming something real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had become a daily routine for her ever since she was a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze, always trailing behind his shadow, observing from a distance, curious and amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, Riley had always been a fascinating creature—an unpredictable flicker in her otherwise dull and predetermined life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even with all her power, all her authority, there were lines she could not cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restrictions placed upon her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barriers born not from magic or mortal rule, but from another being—one that stood on near-equal footing with her. A balance the world itself demanded remain intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, despite her overwhelming curiosity, despite her longing to understand him more deeply, she waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let time drag her forward, patient but never still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day, without warning, part of that curiosity was answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Darling, look… hehe~ it's our baby~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liyana smiled, her arms cradling a small child whose eyes mirrored both hers and his. A soft laugh danced from her lips as she turned to see him—Riley—beside her, a gentle warmth in his expression. He looked so peaceful, so at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about… Luara?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as he leaned closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment—that perfect, fleeting moment—everything felt so real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that's when she understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a distant reality. A vision not her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fabricated future, too idyllic to exist in the world she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized it immediately—this wasn't the world she had been born to destroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the world bound to chains and duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A world of what-ifs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even knowing that, she couldn't bring herself to pull away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was it suddenly shown to her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did she spend what felt like decades in that illusion, living with him, waking beside him, raising a child born from love rather than fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn't she resist it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the world's disaster—a calamity in human form, forged to play a role. A role of destruction, of detachment, of ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet… in that world, she abandoned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She left behind everything—her title, her power, her purpose—for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How? Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just looking at Riley in that dream…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling his touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his voice whisper in her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing in his warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tasting his kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything about him made her heart race, made her feel so strangely alive, so wonderfully human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when she woke up from that everlasting dream—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never got her answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reason. No explanation. Just the cold return to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the emptiness that followed was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longing only worsened. The hunger. The ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she knew was that her feelings—what should have been restrained—were now too tangled, too vast, too painful to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one buried deeper than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Liyana couldn't afford to unravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was still Liyana Heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was still a disaster, a force of nature, a name carved into the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, she bottled it all up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unbearable confusion swelling inside her like a growing storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced herself to smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To wear the mask the world demanded of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To remain the Liyana they all expected—the disaster cloaked in elegance, the daughter of ruin, a creature meant to end everything, not feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how tightly she sealed her heart…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mama~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liyana…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those voices—echoes from a dream—refused to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lingered like soft whispers, brushing against her heart in quiet moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time she closed her eyes, she could still feel his arms around her… still hear the laughter of a child that didn't exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, her curiosity, once sealed away with iron will, began to crack and spill from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the restrictions—those invisible chains she had unknowingly placed upon herself—broke, shattered under the weight of the truth she kept trying to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because reality was cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every word she heard about Riley—every action of his she confirmed—was like a dagger twisted in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it contradicted the vision she had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That world where they were happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where he held her hand without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where their child smiled in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liyana… Regarding Riley's relationship with the princess and the Brilliance girl…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's mine, Papa~!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Riley is mine. Nothing will ever change that, Papa~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became a routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time her father brought it up—his tone cautious, as if worried he might break her—she would shut him down. She would smile. She would pretend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because to accept the truth would be to admit the dream was a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Riley becoming so different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he stepping further and further away from the version of him she clung to so desperately?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that vision—that world—he had become everything she had ever wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kind. Warm. Devoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why now, in this reality, was he showing emotions toward others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he… smiling at them? Protecting them? Talking to them with that same softness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite all those years together since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the fear and hatred he used to show her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite it all—his heart belonged to her, didn't it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he touching other people with hands that once only trembled before her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he speaking gently to girls he should've ignored?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was her Riley slipping away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't get the answer she wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard she tried to justify it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Questions upon questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers that bloomed into obsessions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dug into her heart, looping endlessly until they grew too loud to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, they stopped being mere thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They became… an emotional problem she couldn't quite understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I kill them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wondered one cold night, her eyes fixed on the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn't everything be simpler if the other girls—those buzzing insects constantly orbiting around her darling—were gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they disappeared, if they were erased, then maybe…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then maybe all my worries would vanish too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as that thought darkened her mind, a gentler voice always echoed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear, I told you to be gentle, didn't I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Riley from that world—the one who smiled only for her, who held her hand beneath a twilight sky, who whispered soft words as he tucked their child into bed—that Riley always stopped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That dream never left her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And sometimes, it felt more real than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Darling would probably hate me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said to herself, clutching her chest as the image of his frown haunted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once upon a time, the thought of Riley hating her would've made her laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should it matter? He feared her. Obeyed her. That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the idea of Riley hating her made something twist painfully inside her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did it suddenly feel wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion after confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotion after emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was becoming a paradox of her own making—something she, with all her power and knowledge, could not untangle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, the restrictions she had carefully respected… broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A side of Riley she couldn't believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft smile he gave to another girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way his hand brushed against someone else's cheek—gently, lovingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That love… that care…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he once gave to her in that world…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now offered to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was giving himself away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her darling—her Riley—was being taken piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shackles she once placed upon him, invisible threads meant to tie his soul to hers, were unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were becoming meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time in her life, Liyana felt something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fear of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fear of failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fear… of knowing the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could find the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had the power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All it would take was a little force, a little push, and she could rip the truth out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could make him tell her everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could erase the girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could take back what was hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When time passed once more, and the day of meeting him again drew closer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bottled everything up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every painful truth she had forced herself to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sealed it all behind the perfect smile the world expected from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ignored everything she had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything she had heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything she had confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew what he had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew the life he was trying to build without her in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen it—every tender smile he gave to others, every soft moment shared with girls who weren't her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she had come prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepared to destroy it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ruin everything he had tried to build without her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To remind him—he was hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Darling~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word escaped her lips—soft, shaky, almost breathless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't meant for it to sound that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath all her practiced composure, the nervousness that had been buried for so long bubbled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liyana…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said her name—and it was like the entire world froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that instant—deep within him—she saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet, hidden love buried far beneath the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More genuine and raw than she ever thought he was capable of feeling for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A love that felt… real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Why…?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another question bloomed in her heart, just like so many before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come prepared for rejection, for venom, for the cold bitterness of a man who had long since moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had convinced herself that he had replaced her—that he had chosen another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she could see from him was love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It thumped—and it hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… it was a good kind of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something inside her, wrapped in crimson chains and blackened thorns, tugged at her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her frozen heart cracked—just slightly—as if to remind her it could still feel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled. She laughed. She acted as she always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite everything—despite the truth she knew, and the hurt she had caused him—she played her part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gesture she made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all an act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, somewhere in the midst of that carefully crafted performance, something felt real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuinely, painfully happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that terrified her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told herself she would stay in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That she would monitor his every emotion, observe every reaction, and take the course of action that would bring him the most joy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she could bind his heart to hers again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she could reclaim her place in his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in doing so, she almost forgot—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost ignored everything she had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the warmth he gave her that day…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he looked at her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made it impossible to hold onto the hate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to give him everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Darling… why do you love me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft. Almost too soft for someone like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question came out of nowhere—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were just walking hand-in-hand through the backyard of our little castle-like family home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow was piling down nonstop… and soon the small road we took would become completely covered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been smiling a moment ago, humming to herself, leaning her head playfully against my shoulder like a child basking in the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words made me stop mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What's with the sudden question?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she just looked up at me with those deep red eyes of hers—gentle, serious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just want to know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled. Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was she trembling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did she seem so fragile when asking something so simple?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She probably knew how complicated everything between us was right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We had spent our whole lives performing for each other, hadn't we?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when we were children—laughing, holding hands, chasing each other through the garden maze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were wearing masks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending it was all affection Afterall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pretended to love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pretended to feel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that was why I wasn't sure what she wanted from this question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to know my heart was a mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That there were others… other emotions, other people tangled up in my life right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, in this very moment—I loved her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe not in the same way I loved the other girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was someone I wanted to see smile—not just because it made me feel better, but because I truly believed she deserved to be loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I had seen it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That world where we were both happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhaled slowly, gathering my thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, I gave her the most honest answer I could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love you because you're you, Liyana. What other reason could I possibly need?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at me for a long, quiet second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the playful, teasing smile she wore when she was feeling mischievous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the overconfident grin she used to brush aside emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was soft. Almost too soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned forward and gently re-entwined our hands like nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe~ I guess darling loves me that much…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason, it didn't feel quite right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a fleeting look in her eyes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny flicker of pain beneath her cheerfulness, like something in her had hoped for a different answer—one I didn't know how to give.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the briefest moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Did I say the wrong thing?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning!!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Fate: A Dragon's Sacrifice is shaking!!!!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2374,"2026-06-03T14:40:38.926Z",1,"novelbin.me","3933ee4b072d6d149a57290de823f2c2ab61fbd710104a578f94d4348a00760b","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-442","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-440",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]