[{"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-698":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},1218917,1604,"Chapter 697: Frozen Trials 9","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-698",698,"\u003Cp>Celestine Laffele.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young, beautiful girl who lived in a village in the northern part of the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village was large—larger than most would expect for a place buried beneath snow half the year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooden houses stood strong against the wind, roofs thick with frost, chimneys constantly breathing out thin trails of smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life here wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the people were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tough. Rigid. Used to hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet they smiled often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe because when you live in a place where the cold never truly leaves, warmth between people matters more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Once again I’m living another’s life...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow murmured under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat by the window of what was now her room, a neatly opened magic book resting on the desk in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One small hand supported her cheek as she stared outside, her expression distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass was slightly frosted at the corners, but she could see clearly enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children about her age were playing in the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Don’t just throw at me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bleeh! You’re the monster right now, so you need to be defeated!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s unfair! Weren’t you supposed to be a knight?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin young boy stood in the middle of the yard, trying to shield himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was smaller than the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by much—but enough to stand out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha! I’m a mage now, so take this, Demon King!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me too—hah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowballs flew through the air in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all hit the same boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled back, face red—not from the cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow watched quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just a game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bullying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children...\" she muttered with a faint sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced back at the magic book resting on her desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edges of the pages were worn thin from constant use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few corners were bent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ink on certain diagrams had faded slightly from how often she traced them with her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had read this same book so many times she could practically recite it from memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a standard introductory magic text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind given to children learning how to circulate mana, control output, shape elemental flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even back in the imperial palace, this exact structure—basic theory, mana channels, elemental affinity—was common knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing special about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was exactly why it bothered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been three months since she began living as Celestine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three full months inside this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she had learned a few important things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First—this trial felt real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the second one, the setting wasn’t some abstract illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>r at least a point in its timeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t pay much attention to the northern territories in her original life, but even as a princess she knew villages like this existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remote, harsh and often forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frozen north was vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second—she could use magic freely here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More freely than she expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her small hand slightly, feeling the mana circulating within her veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Responsive. Almost eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although this body wasn’t as overwhelmingly powerful as her original one, its affinity for ice magic was... unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way mana responded to her thoughts, the way cold gathered at her fingertips without resistance—it was frighteningly similar to her own childhood, except...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cleaner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It unsettled her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this what she could’ve become if things had been different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was this simply the Frost Queen’s influence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed the book slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers hated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For reasons so shallow they almost felt laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were too beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers followed them in the marketplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversations stopped when they walked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children were subtly warned not to get too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I guess for normal people... me and my mom are quite the monsters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rested her chin on her palm again, gazing out the window at the snow-covered streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wonder if this is how common folk view most nobility and royalty...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doubted Celestine and her mother were nobles. There was no estate. No servants. No visible status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beauty and power alone were enough to create distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to create fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fear, when left alone long enough—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turned into hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the thin boy had finally managed to escape the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brushed snow off his clothes quietly while the others moved on to another game as if nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s eyes lingered on him for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I guess... the strong and the weak aren’t that different after all...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow murmured quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether powerful or powerless, people always did the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They isolated what they didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They feared what felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fear was easier to turn into cruelty than acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the children gradually returned to their noisy game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow crunching beneath their boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"H-Hey... look!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s the witch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We got too close to her house...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mom’s going to scold me for this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think we should go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their earlier bravado vanished almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began stepping backward, avoiding eye contact with the woman approaching from behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow followed their gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman was walking slowly along the snow-covered path toward the house just behind where the children stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this distance, there was nothing terrifying about her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved calmly, her long coat brushing against the white ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was something subtle about the way she walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It almost looked like she wasn’t stepping on the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More like she was gliding over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow didn’t crunch beneath her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t sink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold seemed to part for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To children, that alone was enough to spark fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group began edging away, small hands trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All except one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah! What are you lot afraid of? She’s just one sickly witch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loud voice broke the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow recognized him immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erik.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same boy who had been throwing the biggest snowballs at the thin kid earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shh! What are you doing, Erik? She’ll hear you!\" another child whispered urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erik scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You guys are total cowards. My dad said a man shouldn’t be afraid of some witch if he wants to grow strong. And I doubt she’s even a witch! She’s just sick or something. That’s what my mom said!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But even still, she could be dangerous—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk! Tsk!\" Erik waved them off. \"Watch this. I’ll show you she’s no match for me. A future knight isn’t scared of anyone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow felt her fingers tighten slightly against the window frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignorance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most dangerous mix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erik bent down quickly, scooping up a large handful of snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He packed it tightly, making it harder than the others had earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled it straight at the woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snowball cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief second, everything felt quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other children gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snowball flew toward her mother’s face—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Snowball didn’t even get a meter close to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it suddenly dissolved into white mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erik shocked was wide eyes and so were the other children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the woman turned to look at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all trembled in fear looking at her pale eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"R-RUN!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One kid shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s a witch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snowball never reached her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin layer of frost formed in front of the woman’s face without her even raising a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow shattered softly against it, breaking apart into harmless powder before falling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For half a second, none of them breathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including Erik.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"future knight\" didn’t look back once as he sprinted after the others, boots slipping against the snow in his panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman merely tilted her head slightly, confused at the sudden commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched six small figures disappear down the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, she simply shook her head lightly and continued walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m back,\" she called gently as she stepped into the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back, Mother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine—Snow—was already waiting near the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her small voice sounded bright. Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother smiled instantly at the sight of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fufu, sorry for taking so long, Celestine. The market has become quite empty lately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow knew what that meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty shelves weren’t the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deliberate delays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way vendors would serve others first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother probably stayed longer than necessary just to avoid creating more tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Snow didn’t point it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see. It’s fine, Mother. I managed to study more because of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother chuckled softly as she set down the basket she was carrying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so? How diligent of you. Then I assume you finished the book now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward and gently patted Celestine’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The touch was warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe~\" Snow let out a small sound in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her gaze shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way, Mother... I saw a bunch of children playing outside. Uhm... did they do anything, perhaps?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother paused for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she laughed lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That subtle, deliberate softness in her tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, them? Yes, I saw them run off as well. But they didn’t really do anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s eyes darkened just a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough for most people to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see... Uhm... do you perhaps know them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too steady for a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother tilted her head slightly, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It always felt strange when Celestine spoke like that. Calm. Observant. Almost like a tiny adult instead of a child her age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t question it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, not exactly,\" her mother replied. \"I’m sure they’re from a few houses away. Our neighbors, technically.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well... if you can still call them neighbors at that distance, haha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow lowered her gaze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they were nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother moved toward the small kitchen area, humming softly as she began unpacking what little she had bought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...They didn’t do anything,\" Snow repeated softly to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her small fingers curled slightly at her sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother paused mid-step and turned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine had followed her quietly into the kitchen area, standing just a little too close, watching just a little too carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t like her to ask about other children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine rarely showed interest in playing. She never complained. Never asked to go outside. Never mentioned feeling lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Celestine...\" her mother’s voice softened. \"Mother is sorry...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hn?\" Snow blinked up at her. \"Why are you apologizing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother knelt down slightly so their eyes were level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want to make some friends, don’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow stiffened for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know... Mother’s wishes have become a bit burdensome lately,\" the woman continued gently. \"But I promise, when the time comes, everything will make sense. Just a few more books. A little more magic training. Then it will all be worth it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand rested softly on Celestine’s small shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s what she thinks...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strict studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refusal to let her wander too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was preparation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?\" Snow tilted her head slightly, then smiled brightly. \"I don’t really care about friends, Mother. As long as you’re here, everything’s fine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said it naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost too naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother trembled slightly at those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not visibly to a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Snow felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For just a second, her mother’s hand tightened on her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hiding something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the loneliness she had likely forced upon her daughter...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite knowing Celestine barely stepped outside and had no one her age to talk to...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been blessed with a child who didn’t complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who didn’t demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who didn’t blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would burden this same child with something far heavier than loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something Celestine had never asked for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret flashed briefly in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp. Painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was gone just as quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locked it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see,\" she said softly. \"What a good girl I have~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She patted Celestine’s head once more, fingers lingering just a little longer this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow looked up at her quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, she saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet resolve settling deep within her mother’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>",2097,"2026-06-03T14:41:09.353Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8ef131b30a3f43dfc1b8bc9880d01554483bfdba45b6fb3399b2b8ba11f9ebc","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-699","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-697",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]