Sweet words whispered by his mom were all directed towards one person. The intelligent Taesuh soon realized that to his mom, he was just a means to receive love and attention from her husband.
And he saw how his mom, who did not receive love and attention, died.
He remembered the smell of blood that spread like a blanket when people opened the bathroom door. The bathtub that was filled with red water, the pale mom in a white dress inside.
He remembered the words “I like you” and “I love you” that he had heard like brainwashing, leaving a red mark in his heart like blood. The emotion was as sticky and foul as the blood that clung to the bathtub. His mom’s confession was lonely and sad, and the gaze as she confessed was cold and sorrowful.
That’s why the emotions of liking and loving Taesuh were emotions he didn’t want to know. It was something he thought had nothing to do with him.
However, through Jaein, he learned differently. He naturally accepted her, who was gradually taking up his days like soaking wet.
He didn’t doubt the emotions he discovered through Yun Jaein, and he followed the direction his confident heart pointed to.
However, for some reason, even after hearing Jaein’s confession that she liked him, Taesuh could only remain silent. The feelings in his heart toward her wouldn’t come out in words, as if something were tightly blocking them.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Right now, I’m just so angry….”
“The person’s daughter, you didn’t want to do it. You still haven’t changed your mind about that, right?”
Before going to meet Jo Daehoon, Taesuh remembers Jaein, who nodded at his question on the terrace of the lodging where Ted stayed. With her lips sealed, she slightly raised her head and seemed to avoid my gaze while looking into the distance.
So an unthinking question popped out. It was exactly the suspicion in his head.
“Do you, by any chance, want to break up with me?”
It might be the way Jaein, who didn’t want to harm me, could choose, but I didn’t think it would be just that. I was shocked that Jaein, who embraced my heart, would think of breaking up so easily.
Even though I knew it wouldn’t be easy, it was painful. No, saying it was painful was an understatement. It was so infuriating that the nail marks on the wooden railing I held onto were deeply embedded.
Taesuh knew. He knew that he was severely twisted due to what he had experienced in his childhood.
“Now. Shouldn’t you go to sleep?”
Since he lived in the UK, every evening around eight o’clock, his mom would offer warm milk.
“I don’t want to drink it. It’s gross.”
“Drink it.”
Without further explanation, young Taesuh drank the milk with a sulky face at the cold command. And then he fell into a deep sleep.
Around the age of seven, there was a time when he pretended to dislike the milk that tasted bad and secretly threw it away. That day, he pretended to sleep and lay on the bed, staring out the window for a long time.
And he found out. There was something in the milk his mom gave him that made him sleep deeply. However, even knowing that, Taesuh didn’t reject the milk his mom gave him.
“Good job. Sleep well.”
It was because he liked the smile of his mom that he could see after drinking all the milk. Covered with a blanket, his mom, who kissed his forehead before getting up with the empty glass, kissed Taesuh’s forehead.
That was the only kiss his mom gave to her son, and young Taesuh used to fall asleep, gently touching the forehead where his mom’s lips had lingered.
That’s how Taesuh took sleeping pills for a whopping five years.
Then, on a winter day when his mom’s emotional fluctuations were unusually severe, his mom offered milk that tasted even more unpleasant than usual.
After tasting it, Taesuh briefly hesitated, then discovered his mom looking at him, closed his eyes tightly, and gulped down the drink.
“Now, go to sleep.”
“It’s not even six o’clock yet. Today is Saturday. Saturdays are for watching movies.”
“Mom is tired today. Just go to sleep.”
“But, Mom, you look really pretty today. Like a princess.”
“…Sleep well.”
Taesuh didn’t know that the white dress his mom was wearing, as she turned away without leaving a kiss, was a wedding dress.
Replaying the image of the dress made of gorgeous lace, Taesuh soon fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the weekend had passed.
“Mom…?”
Only after turning on the TV did he realize that he had slept through the entire day. On a late Sunday night, the house was eerily quiet.
Waking up with a parched thirst, Taesuh drank water and, feeling dizzy, searched for his mom. Eventually, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom attached to his mom’s bedroom.
“Mom, are you here?”
Through the narrow gap under the tightly closed bathroom door, a glimmer of light spilled out.
Lying on the soft bath mat, Taesuh crouched down, waiting for the bathroom door to open. The boiler seemed to have malfunctioned, and it was extremely cold, making his body shiver, but he had no intention of getting up.
“Mom, I want to wash in warm water too…”
As Taesuh waited for his mom in front of the bathroom door all night, the sound of a thin stream of water never stopped. Filled with an inexplicable anxiety and unable to leave his spot, young Taesuh waited for his mom who didn’t come out in the chilly bathroom.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
