Since He Loves His White Moonlight, I’ll Let Them Be Together

For five years, I’ve been trying to win over the villain of this novel. At last, he agreed to marry me.

On our wedding day, the chandelier suddenly came crashing down. In the nick of time, he shoved me aside and shielded the heroine, his beloved white moonlight, as she trembled in fear.

His arm was cut, and blood spread across his white suit.

The woman in his arms was completely unharmed.

Clutching the bleeding wound on my neck, I finally accepted that he didn’t love me.

The System appeared and asked me,

“Would you like to end the mission early?”

I nodded.

“Since he’ll end up with all four limbs broken and wishing he were dead for the heroine’s sake, I’ll make sure he gets what he wants.”