They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

She wanted to be a singer who could bring happiness to people.

At first, everything was so wonderful.

Her life is fulfilling yet simple.

At that time, the innocent girl sat among the common people, her face beaming with joy.

Her long purple hair swayed gently in the wind, and her slightly upturned lips conveyed a sense of ease and joy.

Sunlight shone on her face, making her starry eyes sparkle with anticipation and longing for the future, radiating happiness.

Her singing voice was beautiful, like a lark soaring freely in the blue sky.

The local people were either sitting on small stools or sitting directly on the ground.

They have different identities and jobs; they are not family or friends.

But the happiness on everyone's face is the same.

She was happy then and felt that her existence had meaning.

The young songstress wanted to bring happiness to everyone through her own efforts.

Nobles and royalty may have their own troubles, but their lives are always rich and luxurious.

Only ordinary people who struggle to survive every day seem to be constantly filled with sorrow.

So she sang for them.

I hope to bring them hope and happiness through my songs.

Life will always get better eventually.

That's what she was thinking at the time.

Back then, she wasn't burdened with worries, nor was she controlled by the Witch's Banquet; she was once innocent and carefree.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived.

The songstress, though seemingly glamorous, is actually far too weak and powerless.

While singing can bring happiness, without the protection of a powerful force, one is destined to become nothing more than a canary kept in a gilded cage.

She could protect nothing from the powerful and influential nobles.

Dreams, and even herself.

The young girl, who had just begun to have lofty ambitions, was met with the shattering of her dreams.

At that time, her future was just beginning when she was targeted by a nobleman.

She had nothing but singing; she knew nothing else.

Even his parents almost lost their lives because of him.

Thinking about these past events, Ella's mood became increasingly depressed.

She instinctively sought out a source of warmth and snuggled even closer into the boy's arms.

Feeling enveloped in warmth, feeling a strong and reliable chest, and feeling a hand gently stroking my back, I felt so at ease.

Suddenly, she became somewhat more lucid.

At this moment, I am lying in someone else's arms.

But why are there other people around?

Her husband was already dead.

Ella instinctively pushed Char away and took a step back.

"I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions a bit."

Ella rubbed her forehead and looked up to see her deceased husband's portrait.

The black and white photograph shows a gaze fixed ahead, with gentle eyes, as if looking at oneself across time and space.

At this moment, Ella was fully awake, enveloped by an intense sense of immorality, and her heart was heavy.

She actually threw herself into the arms of another man right in front of her deceased husband.

Although she knew very well in her heart that she didn't actually have much affection for her deceased husband.

It's less about feelings and more about a sense of responsibility and constraint.

To repay the kindness he had shown by protecting her from harm.

At that time, she was targeted by nobles and had no way to escape.

Just when she was about to take her own life, his appearance saved her.

That's why she accepted his marriage proposal.

But that was the result of gratitude.

But fate is unpredictable. Even though she agreed to the marriage, he died on the front lines at a young age.

Therefore, she was never able to repay this kindness.

It was a burden that was constantly weighing on my heart, a knot that I could never untie.

That's why she was so determined to bring her deceased husband back to life.

It was both to repay a debt of gratitude and to fulfill the responsibilities that came with the marriage contract.

Even marriage was just a responsibility; in other words, Ella never experienced the taste of love in her entire life.

According to her original plan, this was how her life would be.

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Chapter 81 Has Madam heard of the alternative path, the Sword Saintess's attack? (8k)

During this time, the hateful boy gradually won over my heart.

I don't know when it started, but the weight he holds in my heart has been increasing without me even realizing it.

It's so annoying to be suspected by him!

Just thinking about his cold gaze before made her feel as if a large hand was gripping her heart tightly, and a suffocating pain overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

"Do you know how awful you are?"

Ella's voice was low and mumbled, and only Char, who was snuggled up beside her, could hear her.

What exactly do you want to do?

"Is it fun to bully a widow like me?"

Ella pouted, feeling more and more aggrieved and sad the more she thought about it.

Her cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and her eyes were watery, holding all her unspoken thoughts.

Ella clenched her little pink fist and punched Char's chest twice.

It's limp and lacks strength.

Xia reached out and took her hand, cupping her small pink fist in his palm. With a gentle pull, he drew her into his arms.

"you……"

Looking at the face so close to hers, Ella felt a pang of panic and wanted to run away again.

But the two seemed to be stuck together, unable to be separated.

She looked up at the boy's face, his eyes filled with affection, as if she wanted to etch him into her heart with her gaze.

Her lips parted slightly, releasing a delicate fragrance that mingled with the aroma of fine wine, making one unconsciously want to immerse oneself in it.

The air gradually warmed up, and the atmosphere began to become ambiguous.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, and seeing the confusion, struggle, grievance, and deep emotions in Ella's eyes.

Like a rose glistening with dew, beautiful and waiting to be picked.

It makes your heart flutter.

Char is never a hesitant person; he acts decisively when the time is right.

He held the delicate woman in his arms with one arm, and with the other hand, he gently brushed away the stray strands of her hair.

His fingertips brushed across Ella's warm face, sending a jolt of electricity through her, making her bones feel numb.

As the handsome face before her gradually magnified, Ella was completely enveloped by Char's aura.

Ella's eyes were still open, yet the entire world had been blurred, leaving only the sense of touch, so real, with a magic that made it impossible not to fall into its spell.

Xia's hand had already moved to the back of her head, pressing her towards him.

In a short while, Ella pushed Char away, hurriedly widening the distance between them, her face flushing even more.

My hair, which I had just styled, became even more tangled.

Ella's eyes were filled with panic, and she reached out to cover her red lips.

It's impossible for it to swell, since it hasn't been long.