For You, Whom I Killed with My Own Hands

Lunia Aaron, the woman who killed the one she loved with her own hands.
Torn apart by unbearable regret, she offers up her heart to turn back time.

She returns five years into the past.
After confirming that Killail is still alive, she heads to Ladan, determined to protect him at all costs.

But his cold gaze and indifferent behavior feel like those of a stranger.
The warm and kind man she had seen just days ago is no longer there.
Of course, it makes sense. She had killed him with her own hands, and then turned back time to a moment before they had ever met.

“I appreciate it, but you don’t have to go this far.
It’s not just for a day or two, and honestly, it’s starting to feel like too much for me.”

Even if his icy words pierce her heart like knives,

“At this point, it’s no wonder people are starting to spread rumors about us.”

She tries to be satisfied just knowing he is alive.
She tries to be content with being able to protect him.

But then why do his eyes keep following her?

Why is it that you say,

“What? You don’t want to do this with a bastard like me?”

Why is it that you also say,

“So, what, you’d rather have a horny bastard instead?”

Why is it that you are giving your heart to me all over again?

In this life, all I wanted was to think only of your safety.
But foolish as I am, I find myself wanting you once again.