My soul was pulled by a powerful force, and I appeared by Huston's side.

This face I hadn't seen in three years was still incredibly handsome.

He didn't come as promised to fetch me but went to find Nina instead. On the way, he received a secret letter that Nina had been kidnapped, and without hesitation, he turned around with his trusted aides.

Arriving in the desert, he knew it was a desolate area, possibly leading to danger, yet he still dove in headfirst.

Was his heart for the female lead truly unyielding?

Hadn't I successfully completed my mission?

I wanted to ask the system why there was no after-sales service, but it was my foolishness, being greedy for the little sweetness Huston had given me.

He searched tirelessly in the desert for a long time, covered in injuries, until he ran out of water.

One of Huston's subordinates cautioned, "Master, if we go any further, we may not be able to return. We'll die."

"It's nothing and dying for Nina is worth it."

My heart ached deeply. I floated in front of Huston, wanting to ask if he truly had a heart.

"Found her, Master."

They discovered Nina in the quicksand, unconscious and murmuring the male lead's name.

Huston held her in his arms, treating her like a treasure as he brought her out of the desert.

Once she woke up, she realized she had entered the desolate area out of spite for the male lead and almost died in the quicksand.

"Thank goodness for you, Huston. But shouldn't you be in Fensville to fetch Nina?"

"It's fine. I can fetch her any time. Saving you is the most important thing."

How absurd, Huston.

To you, Was I truly that insignificant?

I didn't blame Nina and she was also a woman, and fate was hard to defy. Though she was the destined female lead, she could still be oppressed by absolute imperial power.

But during my three years in Fensville, the only Glar Dynasty person I met was Nina.

She tore up my letters to Huston, teasing, "Sister, can't you endure the pain of longing? A girl shouldn't chase after a man."

She said she wouldn't deliver my love letters, but they weren't love letters and they were cries for help.

Nina claimed she didn't believe the Fensville royal family had the audacity to act so, urging me not to act up. She said Huston didn't like women who caused trouble.

In that moment, Nina crushed all my hopes.

I hated her.

I hated Huston even more, and the useless Glar Dynasty royal family, and the inhuman people of Fensville.

When they finally arrived in Fensville.

Huston excitedly got out of the carriage, but what greeted him was Melanie, dressed in white, holding my urn and unable to say a word.

Melanie was my personal maid. The Fensville royal family could say I died here due to unsuitable living conditions, but if even Melanie died, it would be too suspicious.

So they used venomous insects to silence her.

Melanie cried continuously.

"Where's Nina?" Huston looked around. "Tell her to stop hiding. I know she's angry with me, but let's go home first and we can talk about it later."

Huston knew I had a fiery temper, after all, I was the beloved little princess, used to pampering since childhood. He said he would indulge me.

Even if I turned the Glar Dynasty upside down, he would still support me.

But then he went into the palace, using his military achievements to secure an imperial decree to send me to Fensville as a hostage instead.

Huston lowered his voice, saying I owed Nina, as my mother had caused Nina's mother's death.

In his eyes, I had always owed Nina.

So even when I used the system's points to cure Nina's blindness, they never appreciated my kindness.

Huston staggered forward, gripping Melanie's shoulder and questioning her.

"I ask you, where is Nina?"

He seemed to have realized something. After all, such a large box was hard to miss.

People from Fensville hurried over, whispering something in Huston's ear.

"It's impossible, impossible! How could Nina be dead?"

Huston said calamities last a thousand years. He wanted me to grow old with him and to be entangled with him for a lifetime.

"I need you to tell me what happened to her. Speak!"

Huston yelled at Melanie, his movements causing the urn she held to jolt.

I watched as my ashes fell onto the snow, blending in, but they were not as pure white.

It was still dirty.

Huston knelt down with a thump, and whispered to me in a low voice. "We agreed that I would come to pick you up and take you home, why did you break your promise, Nina."

Not far away, there came a grumpy voice of a little eunuch.

"Where did this dog come from, biting on this burnt bone? Go away, go away, get out of here."

I watched as the burnt bone was kicked to the feet of Huston.

How ironic.