Sigh, it’s overwhelming…….
I laid my face on the desk, resting on my side. The murmurs in the broadcasting station’s meeting room seemed to have quieted down a bit. In the waning background noise, I found myself recalling Jun’s image from that day again.
‘But this time, don’t run away. If you have even a little bit of remorse for those memories.’
With such words uttered in front of me, how could I keep avoiding you? I know too well that even the word ‘sorry’ will easily crumble in front of you. That’s why I couldn’t even utter it.
To work on a screenplay with me. You talked as if it was some kind of option. ‘If you have even a little bit of remorse for those memories, don’t run away.’ How is that my choice, it’s your choice. When you say such things with a look of contempt in your eyes. What more can I do….
“Haru. If your face is stuck to the desk and you can’t get up, I’ll help you.”
Jeong’s words made me lift my gaze momentarily, only for it to settle back down again.
“No, just give me a moment.”
“You want to be treated as someone who just has their face stuck to a desk for a moment?”
“……I keep thinking about it.”
“About what?”
“…….”
“No, who?”
Even though Jeong pretends not to know, it’s obvious. I turned my head to the opposite side and laid down.
“Lying there will only drain you more. You should go about your work energetically. Now that you’ve agreed to work on the screenplay, think like this – let’s beautifully capture it on film, it will look fresh on screen, that kind of attitude.”
I knew Jeong understood that it wasn’t something so easily brushed off. So those words were said knowing it would be hard for me to take them that way. A casual yet sympathetic remark, perhaps to lighten my heart a bit.
I didn’t turn around and just nodded slightly, still resting my head on the desk. But as soon as I showed that small agreement, I found myself recalling that day’s scenes again. Scenes I had repeatedly revisited several times.
Your cold words that pushed me away. The sharp glint in your eyes peeking through. Your fierce voice insisting that I now had to know your false sincerity.
But the sight of you and the living room of the house, still bearing my traces, was contradictory. The beige sofa that greeted me as soon as I entered the door. The sofa where I used to fall asleep in the sunlight when I stayed at your house. Even the words you said when I noticed that sofa.
‘Oh? That beige sofa…’
‘Didn’t want to throw it away.’
‘…….’
‘You sit too. Ah, your favorite sofa, should I move there? Anyway, we’ll only see each other for a month or two. There’s no harm in granting that.’
‘No, it’s okay. I’m comfortable there. Let’s talk over there.’
‘Alright, then.’
And then, I walked over to where you were sitting, trying to maintain my composure. Feeling foolish for interpreting your expected indifference as casualness.
But as I was about to pull out the chair opposite you to sit, I noticed a familiar object on the dining table.
A charming wooden doll of a girl wearing a colorful traditional Korean dress, holding a single rubber shoe in her left hand. The doll I gifted when I first started homestaying at your house, still prominently occupying the center of the dining table.
And then, suddenly, your large hand enveloped the doll and pushed it to the very end of the table.
‘Aren’t you sitting?’
I looked at you, a bit dazed, wearing a face as if nothing had just happened.
No significant meaning to it, am I just looking for something more in it…….
While you were only showing expressions of hating me, that sofa I liked, and the doll I gifted you, could you just quietly leave them there, irrespective of such feelings? They are items from over 9 years ago.
“Haru, you lucky charm!”
Suddenly, the door of the broadcasting station’s meeting room flung open, and there stood a man where the grey door had been. It was Kang In-su PD, the person in charge of our program.
With a hearty personality suited for programs like food shows or ultimate drinking contests, for some reason, he took on a sentimentally charged program titled “Where Is Your First Love Now?”.
Still, true to his nature, he diligently listened to the writers from the planning stage and supported us to carry out the work swiftly. So, the appearance of PD Kang himself wasn’t uncomfortable.
But right now, he was rushing towards me with an expression like he couldn’t bear his adoration for me. Startled, I tried to get up from my seat, but missed the timing. I had just managed to timidly increase the distance from PD Kang by leaning against the backrest of the chair.
“PD Kang, your place is over here.”
Hyun-su stepped in to block PD Kang’s advance. As his way was blocked, a sheepish smile spread across PD Kang’s face.
“Ah, yes, yes. I’m going to sit down, but that’s not the issue now. Haru, the biggest lucky charm of our team!”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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