Omnipotent Sage - Chapter 717 - Being Manipulated for Real

Leguna. An orphan. His life changed dramatically the day the thieves’ guild happened to select him for training and development. He would go on to become lifelong friends with a loyal mercenary, the partner of a beautiful magus who was cold as ice, the savior of a mysterious disfigured dark-elf girl with a talent for the Breath, and the unlikely caregiver for a feisty young maiden. And yet, who would be with him to the very end?

This novel is also known as I Turned Over A New Leaf After Marrying A Sickly Lord

Luo City beauty Su An’an was accused of marrying the sick seedlings that the Shen family kept in the countryside, and people in the city talked about it for a while.

Some people regret that such a beautiful woman should marry a blind man.

But the more discussion is that, according to the frailty of that son Shen, I am afraid that Miss Su will marry and live as a widow.

There was gossip everywhere, but Su Anan remained calm and married decisively.

Because she came back from the rebirth and knew how much it cost after being forced to run away from marriage in her previous life.

So when she woke up, she found that she had returned to the eve of her marriage, and everything had come in time. She would not run away and marry in peace.

Originally, he lived in peace with the thought of respecting each other as a guest and serving as a good student, but never thought that this ill husband was somewhat different from the rumors of the previous life…

Don’t you mean blind? Don’t you mean weak? Don’t you mean that you will die soon?

Whoever said that, come out!

Su An’an climbed out of the door holding her aching old waist, and sighed sincerely, the rumors are misleading.

Reborn Cookie, 1v1 Shuangjie~

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.