They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 544: It Had All Started Out So Carefully...

Who am I?

The thought hit her hard, almost as if it were foreign to her, a question she had never asked herself before.

She did not know. She had no idea.

The voices and the echoes of the celebration around her faded into the background, and all that remained was the silence of her own confusion. She did not even realize she was heading toward a place where no one would find her. Her mind was too full, too lost.

Nnenna reached the forest, unaware that Arthur was trailing behind her, his footsteps quieter than she realized.

The cool air of the woods brushed past her, but her mind was still tangled in the fragments of memories she could not fully understand. She needed to be alone, to think, but even here, it felt like something, someone, was following her.

"Nnenna," Arthur’s voice called out, calm as ever, but with an unusual edge to it. The coldness of his tone, something Nnenna had come to recognize as his normal, was tinged with something more urgent now. Something off.

The sound of his voice pulled her out of her spiral. She turned, finding him standing there, just a few paces away.

At first, she didn’t even recognize him, not fully. He was standing there, his usual neat appearance in disarray. His white shirt was wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up messily, his hair even more tousled than usual.

There was a crease between his brows, something Nnenna had never really seen on his face before. He was always so composed, so sure of himself. But now... the lines of exhaustion, frustration, and confusion etched on his face made him seem almost vulnerable.

He was... different.

out of place, his usual composure faltering as his gaze locked with hers, sharp and searching. Nnenna blinked at

was now softened, overshadowed by

but hesitant, as though he were trying to find the right words, to figure out how to approach her, or even if he

move?" His voice was quiet, but the force behind it couldn’t be missed. His usual calmness was gone, replaced by the sharpness of a man driven by a need

asking him, wasn’t it? She could feel the pulse of

the moment when she had used that move, the stunned look on his face at the training ground, flashed through her

never seen him look like that before. Now, here he was, asking her the

like it was going in circles. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. "I... I don’t know," she said,

she was searching for

Somto emerged from the trees, his face marked by confusion. His eyes

two doing?" Somto asked, trying to sound calm, but there was

her mind, the confusion, the fear, it all crashed down on her. She took a shaky step toward him, her eyes stinging with the

as though asking the question out loud might make the answers

wouldn’t have the answers. Not the answers that would quiet the storm in her mind. Not the kind of answers that

could he possibly

way her eyes seemed so lost, so vulnerable. She had