i do not own this novel. all credits to original author. original author : Grape Floor , 포도마루 Jeon Jungkook, the ruler of the North who came back from the war. The man, who was perfect in everything, was the only good memory of Lalisa's unhappy childhood. When she was told that he was going to be her husband, Lalisa believed in the existence of God for the first time. But... "If there's anything you want, feel free to do it. It doesn't matter whether you remodel the castle, buy jewelry, or throw a party." "......." "But I don't want to see you in the morning, so refrain from doing that." The gentleman of her memory was no more. There was only a cold man standing there who did not have a trace of affection or warmth. "Your heart is of no use to me." But loving him to the end was Lalisa's biggest mistake.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪꜱᴀ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ꜱʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʏᴇᴅ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇ. ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀᴢʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴᴇ. "ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ." ʟɪꜱᴀ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ. "ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ?" "ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ." "ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ?" "ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ?" ʟɪꜱᴀ: "..." ᴀʟᴏᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟꜰᴜʟ ɪʟʟᴜꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ [ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!!] CREDITS TO THE AUTHOR AND TRANSLATOR Author(s) Z

Novel: 归路 The Road Home Author: Mo Bao Fei Bao Translator: hui3r All credit to rightful owner!

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