After five years of trying to win over the novel's villain, he finally agreed to marry me. On our wedding day, the grand chandelier in the hall suddenly plummeted. In that split second, he shoved me aside violently to protect the trembling "white moonlight" heroine. His arm was sliced open, blood blooming on his white suit. But the heroine in his arms was completely unharmed. Clutching the gash on my neck, I finally accepted the fact that he didn't love me. The System appeared and asked me: "Do you want to end the mission early?" I nodded. "Since his destiny is to have his limbs broken and live a fate worse than death because of her, I'll let him have it." 1 "Host, are you sure? Once confirmed, it cannot be reversed. There is no turning back." The System sighed, sounding regretful. After all, the System was born from my wish. It sent me into this book when I was heartbroken over Julian Thorne's fate, hoping I could change his ending. I held my neck, which was still oozing blood, feeling dizzy. "I tried my best..." Julian Thorne was the villain of this book. Unloved since childhood, his personality became twisted. As an adult, a mere crumb of kindness from the heroine was enough for him to walk through fire for her. In the end, he would have his limbs broken to save her, becoming a human stick, living a life worse than death. Spending five years in this world, I recorded his joys and sorrows, staying by his side to redeem him. Everyone knew I loved him. I was the only one who saw his dark side and didn't fear it. At first, he was hostile, didn't believe me, and only had eyes for the heroine. I knew he was cruel. When he deliberately pointed a knife at me, I stood still, letting him pierce the skin near my heart. His smirk froze, replaced by shock and confusion. I smiled and told him that he wasn't the only one willing to sacrifice everything for someone he liked. I was too. I won the gamble. He personally took me to the hospital and stopped speaking harshly to me. He loved racing. I knew nothing about cars, but to make him smile, I worked multiple jobs, sleeping less than three hours a day, just to buy him a limited-edition helmet. In the fifth year, he went missing after a racing accident. I searched for him for a whole day without sleep. When he woke up and saw me, his eyes were red. He cupped my face, whispering intimately. He held me tight, as if wanting to merge me into his bones. Suppressing his sobs, I hugged him back, comforting him. After he was discharged, he immediately held my hand, his gaze heavy. "We'll get married. If you want to leave then, you won't be able to." His voice was soft, carrying a hint of threat, but it left me stunned, unable to recover for a long time. My heartbeat deafened me, and my cheeks burned. After a long time, I squeezed his hand back, looking at him intently. "It's a deal. We're getting married!" That day, I started preparing everything for the wedding. From selecting the banquet hall to matching the smallest accessories on the dress, I handled everything. I was full of anticipation for the final result. I even invited the heroine to our wedding. I was confident enough to think Julian wouldn't be obsessed with her anymore. But the moment the chandelier fell, my dream shattered. I clutched the wound the doctor had bandaged; it was still throbbing. I smiled bitterly, lowering my head to hide my tears. I took out my phone, told the wedding planner to cancel everything, then took off my wedding accessories, folded them, and sealed them away. I thought Julian and I had gone through hardships together, that I was special to him. But I still underestimated the power of the "white moonlight." 2 No matter how long I stayed with him or how much I gave, as long as his white moonlight existed, I would lose completely. The System couldn't help asking. "Host, do you really plan to go home?" I nodded. "You might as well tell me when I can go back." "The tunnel will reopen in about a day. During this time, you can do whatever you want. Don't leave with regrets." I handed the bag in my hand to Julian's sister, Mia, who had been relatively nice to me over the years. "After I leave, please burn this dress for me." "I'm no longer qualified to wear it." Mia clutched the bag, indignant. "My brother is really too much. I'm going to settle accounts with him right now and make him pay you a break-up fee before you go..." She turned to leave, but I stopped her. "No need." She had seen how I treated her and Julian over the years. The improvement in her relationship with Julian was also thanks to my efforts. Just then, Julian appeared, clutching his freshly bandaged wound, his voice cold. "Where are you going?" I looked up at him. After only half a day, it felt like a lifetime. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw him. In the dim light of a bar, he leaned against a table, drinking alone. He wore a windbreaker, tall and straight. His eyes were pitch black, the corners of his lips slightly curled, as if rejecting everyone. But with just one look, I was drawn to him, unable to look away. Over the years, I had seen many expressions in his eyes, but I had never seen the tenderness he showed Clara. My thoughts returned, and I spoke. "You heard wrong." "I was just asking Mia to help me dispose of some unimportant things." As I spoke, my gaze became unfocused, as if trying to convince myself. Yes. I came clean, so I should leave clean. Julian stared at me for a long time. Finding no fault in my words, he finally compromised and left. Right, this was the normal him. A man who was always taciturn with me, only speaking more when talking about Clara. Why would he really care where I was going? 3 Soon, the front door opened. I watched Clara ignore me and rush upstairs to find Julian. As if this were her home, treating me like air. I followed her upstairs. Just as she knocked, a "Get out" came from inside. Clara became more anxious. "Julian, it's me..." Click. The door opened quickly. I realized the "Get out" was meant for me, mistaking Clara for me. Julian suppressed the desire in his eyes and asked: "Why are you here?" "Aren't you afraid he'll know you came to see me?" Tears instantly filled Clara's eyes, her voice trembling. "He's not with me yet; he can't control me." "After all, you got hurt because of me. How can I be at ease without seeing you recover?" I stood frozen. It felt like someone punched my heart; a dull ache spread. These words clearly treated me as dead. Even though I tried so hard to sever the connection between them, in their eyes, I was still just cannon fodder. Clara's tears began to fall. "Don't you want to see me?" Julian could no longer hold back. He hugged Clara tightly right in front of me. "I need you. I've always needed you." I watched his red eyes, holding her like a lost treasure recovered. These words stabbed my heart viciously. So what about me? Have I been a joke all along? After they hugged enough, Clara started checking Julian's wound, stroking it while sobbing. "Does it hurt?" Julian looked even more distressed, taking her hand from his neck and holding it in both of his. His eyes were tender and lingering. "Don't be afraid, Clara. It doesn't hurt anymore." "Look, the doctor bandaged it well. As long as I change the dressing properly, I'll be fine." "...You should go back." 4 Five years, and I had never heard such a gentle voice. Sure enough, only the heroine deserved it. I didn't want to watch anymore and left carefully. Tears couldn't be held back, dripping down my cheeks onto the floor. I sat in the living room for a long time, silently watching the clock on the wall count down. Luckily, there were only two days left before I could leave. I wouldn't have to come back. After a long time, Clara came downstairs carefully. Her lips were redder than when she arrived. I looked away, pretending not to see. But Clara walked straight towards me, instructing me carefully. "Julian has fallen asleep. Be careful not to wake him." "I'm busy lately and can't come often. You must take care of him and don't let him get hurt again." "Although he has a bad temper, he is a good person. If he is mean to you, come to me, and I'll seek justice for you." She held my hand, unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. I withdrew my hand calmly and couldn't help but retort. "I am his fiancée. I don't need you to say too much." Her smugness became more obvious, and she sneered. "If I hadn't let you, do you think you would have a chance to be with him?" "You take yourself too seriously. I am his white moonlight; you are just my backup." "Do your job as a backup." Strange. I thought I was thoroughly hurt. But there was no ripple in my heart. "Whether I'm a backup or not, you don't need to say." "At least, I am his fiancée. If we can't get married this time, we can next time." "You—!" Clara was furious, her voice rising. Then she took a deep breath and composed herself. "Hmph, you only win with words. I'm happy this time, I'll let you win." "Next time, I'll make you roll out of this house." 5 "Guess if Julian listens to me or you." With that, she strode away, and the door slammed shut. I lost all strength, collapsing on the sofa, breathing heavily. Julian came down from upstairs and couldn't help but accuse me. "Why do you have to argue with her? I just treat her like a sister..." My gaze fell on the redness at the corner of his mouth, and I couldn't help but mock. "Looks like you two are really close." He tried to explain, wiping the redness from his lips. "This was just an accident. Can you stop overthinking?" He walked over, looking at me with a heavy gaze. But this excuse was too pale. I couldn't imagine how he "accidentally" got lipstick on his mouth. When I came to this world, I knew no one, only following him. Everyone thought I was crazy, shamelessly seducing Clara's man without fear of biting back. He never explained anything, only said: "Don't think about it. I won't leave Clara to be with you wholeheartedly." My eyes turned red, and I locked myself in my room, refusing to eat or drink, refusing to see Julian. He broke down the door and dragged me out, looking cold. "Do you think if you starve to death, I'll look at you more? Eat something good instead." I heard the implication in his words and took it as comfort. And just like that, I was coaxed. After that, no matter what others said, I remained indifferent. When people called me his simp, his expression didn't change. Now he was worried I would suspect his white moonlight and forbade me from scolding her. I lowered my head and wiped away my tears. "You're overthinking too. I didn't think too much." Julian looked at me questioningly. I continued. "Next time I see her, I'll apologize." In the middle of the night, I looked at the wound on my neck in the mirror and couldn't help touching it again. It had been a whole day, and Julian hadn't noticed such an obvious wound. As if he was certain I wouldn't get hurt. That day was chaotic. Only Mia helped me up and took me to the hospital. "After so long, I thought my brother really loved you. Someone who hates being flashy invited so many people to his wedding." "But you were right next to him, and he pushed you away to save Clara who was further away!" "It seems he doesn't love you at all!"
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