My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They wouldn't stop smiling all day. I got to my dorm, and my folks kept helping me unpack. They even gave my roommates our hometown's specialties. My roommate recognized me. "Hey, I know you. You're the top scorer who nearly got his spot stolen, aren't you?" I nodded. My roommate was furious on my behalf. "I worked my ass off to get a spot in Greatpeak. If someone tried to steal this from me, I'm going to rip their heads off!" I smiled. "There was an attempt, but it failed."

"Sweetheart, I don’t get jealous. I get even." A slow, delicious shiver ran through her. "You want to play?" she whispered. Adrian’s smirk deepened. "Oh, sweetheart. I always play to win."

To everyone's astonishment, he agreed without a moment's hesitation. The absurdity of it all left onlookers baffled. "Isn't this exactly what your mute wife used to do for you?" an old friend asked one day, unable to hold back his disbelief. "It's like karma caught up with you, man." To his surprise, Eric nodded solemnly, not even flinching at the comparison. Instead, he asked earnestly, "How do you win back someone you've hurt so deeply?" His friends, accustomed to the proud and unyielding Eric, found themselves speechless.

He looked just like his mother had at that age, as if they'd been cut from the same mold. Lila's cheeks turned pink. Her voice stumbled as she said, "Dad, what do you think of him?" When I didn't answer, she grew anxious, her fingers twisting together nervously. I smiled gently, brushing her hair aside. "If you like him, go for it. Don't worry about me. Be brave and follow your heart." From rivals who couldn't stand each other, they'd somehow fallen in love. Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, fate really does work in strange ways.

The question found a hidden bruise, dimming my expression, and I gazed down at the moonlit sand, watching the tiny grains shift under my feet. "Friends..." I scuffed, because the word tasted bitter. "It's one of many things I never had." "Well, it's not too late, youn' lady," his voice carried a surprising warmth, and he gently placed a weathered palm on my shoulder, which felt comforting. "She's a likable person, once you get past... all that." He gestured vaguely in Serena's direction. "So you can trust my words. And... give her a chance. Give yourself a chance." He gave my shoulder a slight, encouraging squeeze. "You'll see for yourself that it can be fun."

--- The melody poured out, pure and unbroken. The room flooded with light. Elara’s form wavered — not fading, but splitting, like glass fracturing into infinite reflections. Adrian shouted something, but she couldn’t hear him. The music drowned everything — her fear, her body, even her thoughts. And then, in a final whisper, Elara’s voice merged with hers: > “If one heart must break, let it be reborn.” The light exploded. --- When the world steadied, Adrian was on the floor, gasping. The mirrors had shattered. The curse mark on his wrist was gone.

"Good thing I didn't listen to you and cremate my daughter. We'd really be separated by life and death now." I shot back, "She lay there like a corpse for half a day, but the second she heard I was going to burn the prize ticket, she bolted up faster than a rabbit! How convenient." Isla ignored the jab and stared daggers at me. "Give me back the prize ticket or I'll never let you off!" Well, well, someone turned to brute force when her con failed. Her shamelessness was astounding. "Give it back?" I questioned. "The prize is mine through and through. When did it become yours? Does it have your name written on it?"

“I… I don’t know what to say.” “Say yes,” he murmured. “Say you’ll wear it. Say you’ll never doubt yourself again.” Tears blurred my vision. My fingers curled around the crest, trembling. “I don’t deserve something so sacred.” He leaned in, his forehead pressing gently against mine. “Then let this be my promise — not to a Luna, but to the woman who gave me back my heart.” I let out a shaky laugh, tears falling freely now. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“And the one who holds your heart? Would she still hold it… if she saw these pieces?” I do not even hesitate. “She holds the worst of me,” I say. “And loves me still.” The flames die. The Emberroot pulses once, then lifts from the earth, curling into a sealed bud of light, warm and flickering like a heartbeat. “You passed,” Inferno murmurs, voice proud. “That boy at the gates? He’s ash now.”

Her face bloomed up when she heard his rhythmic yet strong heart beat; her whole world felt dovish whenever she heard this melody. She looked up at him and confessed, "Sheng, you know, your heartbeat is my favourite kind of sound." Her smile was like sunglight blazing over the mountains, a passionate warmth amidst the horizon. He replied, "It's mine favourite too because it enounces your name." The girl was surprised, "For real?"