I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 105

Milla carefully folded the ribbon—so faded it wouldn’t be picked up even if left on the street—and tucked it into her sleeve. Every year on her younger sister’s birthday, Ludina would hang items her sister loved on the apple tree.

Last year, it had been the pink lace ribbon Ludina herself had longed for so dearly; the year before that, a small, cute wallet.

It was a wallet adorned with a sparkling blue glass bead, but strangely, it vanished just a week after being hung.

It wasn’t even on a path where people passed by—it was truly odd. She searched carefully around, wondering if it had fallen nearby, but found nothing.

This year, it was a floral crown. Ludina had always made one for her on her own birthday, but this time, Milla had made it for her sister.

Her parents, desperately running around trying to save their rapidly declining household, died in a carriage accident on a day of torrential rain.

When the family showed no sign of recovery, her fiancé—who had once whispered sweet words of love—sent her a letter of annulment, and young Ludina began relying on her instead of their always-absent parents.

Overwhelmed by the burden, Milla secretly left home while her sister slept, but when she returned at dawn, haunted by thoughts of Ludina, the house had already turned to ashes.

She heard someone had rescued her sister, but the problem was that no matter how hard she inquired, she couldn’t find any trace of where Ludina had gone.

Some said she was dead; others claimed she’d been sold off somewhere. Everywhere she went, she heard only despairing stories.

While searching for her sister in a haggard state, Milla ran into her former fiancé—and beside him stood another woman.

The man who used to hold her hand, whisper love, and kiss her tenderly was now holding another woman’s hand.

His gaze toward her was so unfamiliar and cold that Milla checked several times to see if there was someone else standing beside her.

The other woman was bright and beautiful like a flower—completely unlike Milla, who hadn’t properly washed in days and was utterly disheveled.

Not long ago, Milla herself had been just like that woman, but now she felt as if she belonged to an entirely different world.

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