[{"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-603":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},1218923,1604,"Chapter 603: A Cold Heart Interlude.","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-603",603,"\u003Cp>\"Princess Sophiel Luvenitia White Germonia Leven, and Young Master Riley Hell have entered!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the butler’s proud announcement, all conversation in the grand banquet hall stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads turned in unison toward the grand staircase of the Imperial Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there they were—descending slowly, hand in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley wore the empire’s finest ceremonial attire: a tailored coat of black silk trimmed with crimson and gold threads that shimmered under the chandelier’s glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver crest of House Hell gleamed proudly on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Sophiel seemed almost ethereal. Her gown, pure white with subtle hues of lavender and pale blue embroidered along its hem, flowed like starlight in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair, soft and silvery purple, caught the light as she smiled—serene, regal, and heartbreakingly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd could only murmur in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How radiant...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The empire’s future is in safe hands indeed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they stepped down, the atmosphere seemed to soften around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gestures were graceful, synchronized; Riley guiding Sophiel with a gentle touch, she following with effortless poise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together they looked every bit like the perfect couple—fairy tale incarnate, the prince and his princess stepping out from legend into life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the marble floor, a hush swept the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orchestra began to play, soft notes blooming into a waltz that filled the air with warmth and wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes remained on them. All hearts, perhaps, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the far corner of the hall, Snow stood quietly with a glass of champagne in her trembling hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden bubbles shimmered like mockery under the glittering lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter and congratulations surrounded her, but she could barely hear any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall’s splendor blurred—the jeweled chandeliers, the petals scattered across the floor, the smiling faces of nobles—until only they remained in her vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley and Sophiel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was smiling again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That familiar, tender smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same one he used to give her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s lips parted faintly, but no sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest tightened. Her heart ached in rhythms she could no longer control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t have to come here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have burned the letter, ignored the invitation, stayed hidden in her quiet corner of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the dance finally ended, the grand announcement followed—the true purpose of the evening at last revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor himself stood, his voice carrying across the grand hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With my blessing, the union between Princess Sophiel Luvenitia White Germonia Leven and Riley Hell is hereby recognized and celebrated by the Empire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of applause erupted like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was filled with cheers, the clinking of glasses, the music swelling once more in triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow stood still, her hands clasped lightly in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, before the entire hall, Riley turned to Sophiel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met—so full of warmth and devotion that it made even the coldest nobles smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a simple kiss. It lingered. Soft, tender, and achingly long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with every passing second their lips refused to part, Snow’s heart froze a little more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened around her glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection in the golden drink wavered, fractured by the trembling surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I see now,\" she whispered under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The applause grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orchestra shifted into another melody—this time lighter, more celebratory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young bachelors began asking ladies for a dance, laughter filling every corner of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several men approached Snow, bowing politely and asking for her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly, gave a polite shake of her head, and refused every one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, quietly, she turned away from the dazzling lights, the music, and the warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps echoed softly against the marble floor as she slipped out from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to her, Riley’s gaze followed her from across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That piercing, familiar blue—watching as she disappeared beyond the golden glow of the chandeliers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The start of a new semester arrived, and the academy once again bustled with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s days resumed their rhythm—lectures, research, training, late nights spent perfecting her spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She avoided Riley and Sophiel with practiced ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their names echoed faintly in the halls, carried by whispers and laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors of the imperial couple’s visits, their rare appearances, their perfect image as the academy’s shining pair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow heard them all—but never listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her life went on in quiet focus, her grades untouched, her reputation as the top of the magic department unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Riley nor Sophiel approached her again since that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for a while... that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days slipped by like they always did—quiet, dull, and heavy with a routine she no longer cared to count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that morning, as she stood at a small fruit stall in the academy market, the usual chatter around her made her stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, did you hear?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apparently, someone saw Princess Sophiel leaving Riley’s room... really late at night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow froze mid-motion, her fingers brushing over a red apple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-Are you serious?\" the other girl whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, I swear. My friend lives on the same floor. Said she saw the princess herself—hair messy, still smiling. I mean, they are engaged, but still... there’s supposed to be limits in the academy, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow... I guess the Germonia Empire’s about to get a new family member sooner than expected, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha! Guess their love’s always been that deep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their laughter faded as they walked off, the sound replaced by the soft hum of the marketplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow stood still, her heart silent—but her grip wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apple in her hand suddenly froze solid, the frost spreading across its surface in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, it shattered, fragments of ice and fruit scattering across the stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah! Miss, what are you doing?!\" the vendor exclaimed, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow blinked, her voice distant, almost hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Please forgive my rudeness. I’ll pay for it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dropped a few coins onto the counter and turned away before the man could respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps were quiet, measured, but her chest felt tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she walked through the narrow stone paths back to her dorm, her thoughts began to whisper—soft but sharp, like the cold air itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know why this is happening, Snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get it together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand clenched at her side. She forced herself to take a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Months bled into one another, and before she knew it, the warmth of summer began to creep across the skies once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whole year had passed since Snow first found herself trapped inside this illusion — this world that looked, sounded, and felt like her own... but wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, not in ways that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She went to class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked through the same hallways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled at the same familiar faces that shouldn’t exist here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though she reminded herself over and over this isn’t real, the longer she stayed, the more the illusion dug its roots into her heart — making her question what \"real\" even meant anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley and Sophiel had long become the shining stars of this world — the perfect couple that everyone adored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every event, every celebration, every whisper of gossip seemed to revolve around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the entire world had decided they were its chosen protagonists, and everyone else was just playing a supporting role in their story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time she saw them together — laughing, walking hand in hand, sharing those gentle, knowing looks — a faint sting twisted inside her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it hurt unbearably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then... slowly, it dulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow eventually realized what this illusion truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a dream, nor a punishment — but a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A world designed for one purpose: to break her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the illusion’s goal was to make her crumble by forcing her to watch the man she loved belong to someone else, then she would do the opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of falling apart, she would play along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of resenting their happiness, she would accept it — even bless it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this world wanted her to suffer, then she would deny it that satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley and Sophiel could have their perfect love. She would watch from afar, unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all... none of this was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart grew colder with each passing day — the frost within her spreading quietly, methodically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had long stopped yearning for the warmth of their love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she only focused on one thing: enduring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she had to do was keep her heart sealed, resist the pain, and wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, this illusion would shatter — and when it did, she’d wake up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she realized it, another year had slipped quietly through her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seasons had come and gone, and with them, the steady rhythm of her false reality continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the academy stood dressed in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graduation day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great gymnasium was filled with the hum of voices, the soft rustle of gowns, and the bittersweet laughter of parting students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decorations shimmered under the morning light filtering through tall arched windows, and rows of young mages sat waiting for their names to be called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the stage stood Princess Sophiel — radiant as ever — delivering her farewell speech to the graduating class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words were warm, poised, and full of hope for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sentence drew small smiles, soft chuckles, and quiet tears from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow sat among them, listening in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, she appeared calm, even indifferent — her cold blue eyes fixed on the woman at the podium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deep within that stillness... something cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because unlike the last time she saw Sophiel, there was now a small, undeniable curve beneath her sister’s gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle, rounded swell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand instinctively tightened over her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it’s true...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumors she had overheard months ago — whispers she’d forced herself to ignore — were real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Princess Sophiel was pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience murmured in awe, some smiling at the sight, others whispering blessings under their breath. To them, it was another miracle from the beloved couple — another reason to celebrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Snow... it was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze stayed locked on Sophiel as the princess smiled and spoke about \"love, legacy, and new beginnings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s chest tightened, her heart aching with a familiar sharpness. It wasn’t anger. Not jealousy, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of pain that came when something you once believed eternal had completely slipped from your grasp — replaced, forgotten, rewritten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint sound escaped her — the brittle crack of thin ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t heard by anyone else, but she felt it deep inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny, fragile pieces of something long-frozen shattering quietly in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the ceremony ended and the cheers filled the air, Snow walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t join the celebration, nor did she congratulate anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours later, she found herself standing alone in her dorm room — the same place she had lived in since arriving in this illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were bare now, her belongings neatly packed away, just as tradition required before leaving the academy for good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at herself in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection stared back — pale skin, silver hair, tired blue eyes that no longer carried light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her final day at the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The end of everything — or at least, it was supposed to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow stood in her now-empty dorm room, the faint scent of old parchment and faint perfume still lingering in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed was made, her belongings packed neatly into a small case. Everything about the room screamed closure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had survived this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had resisted every attempt by the demon’s illusion to break her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an entire year, she endured the constant ache, the cruel scenes of love and laughter that weren’t hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched the man she loved cherish another woman — her own sister — and she didn’t fall apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had chosen to remain unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was victory... right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once she left these walls — once she walked out of the academy — the illusion would fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her real body would awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dream would end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what she told herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what she had to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door to her dorm shut softly behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused in the quiet hallway, the golden evening light spilling through the tall windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she had to do now was walk — just walk straight ahead, out of the dorms, past the gates, into the freedom that awaited her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were her steps slowing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—[Are you really fine with it?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t come from anyone nearby. It came from somewhere deeper — a voice within her that she had spent the past year burying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—[You are Snow Luvenitia White Germonia Leven.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened at her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—[Will you really let an illusion — a fake version of your sister — take your beloved away from you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice grew colder, crueler, pressing into her chest like a shard of ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gritted her teeth, trying to breathe steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pride and love... will get me nowhere,\" she muttered under her breath. \"This world isn’t real.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were her feet moving on their own?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did her heart suddenly feel so heavy, each beat echoing like cracking ice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she finally blinked, she wasn’t standing near the exit anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was standing in front of his door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley’s dorm room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face remained calm — perfectly composed, as it always had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deep within her, something fragile and long-forgotten trembled to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each heartbeat felt like ice shattering and reforming all at once — sharp, cold, and alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, she opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sophiel—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley’s words froze midair, his eyes widening when he saw her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp thump echoed in Snow’s chest — a dull ache that spread deep as the simple name left his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That casual tone of expectation, that flicker of warmth meant for someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re... Snow, right? Long time no see. What are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the lock echoed faintly through the room. Her expression didn’t change — no anger, no smile — just an eerie calm as she took one slow step forward, then another, until she stood right before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley barely had time to react before her hands shot up, cupping his face, and her lips crashed into his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tender. It was heavy — desperate — the kind of kiss that begged for an answer she was afraid to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley froze, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she pulled away, her hand lingered against his chest, tracing the rapid beat of his heart through his uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught her wrist and pushed it away, his voice unsteady but stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing, Snow?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry.... I sealed the door. Sophiel won’t be able to break through it easily...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, stop saying nonsense and get out before—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words cut off as she suddenly pushed him backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strength in her grip caught him off guard — strength she shouldn’t have had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back hit the bed behind him, the impact muffled by the soft sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared up at her, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her robe — the academy’s ceremonial toga — slipped from her shoulders and fell soundlessly to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry, brother-in-law, my dear little sister won’t be back for a while. As a council president myself, I can guarantee that much.\" she said softly, with a faint, twisted smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother-in-law...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow smiled again — but it wasn’t her usual warm smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hollow, broken at the edges, like someone trying to convince themselves this moment was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, without hesitation, she climbed onto the bed — her movements deliberate, her gaze fixed on him like a predator savoring a meal it had already claimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could’ve stopped her — should’ve — but for some reason, he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was shock, maybe pity, or maybe something deeper he couldn’t name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AH~!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the familiar warmth deep inside her Snow smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I won the bet...???’\u003C\u002Fp>",2730,"2026-06-03T14:41:08.744Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6263a2f34ad39be4fc82fde1869cc1738c9d84f0656a705cff87ec7a5302b93","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-502","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-501",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]