Outside was dark, and the deserted streets, devoid of wind and people, were eerily quiet.
The way back home felt much longer than usual. On a path without a destination, Wooyeon burst into tears sorrowfully.
At first, she was just angry. She felt unjust, and her anger surged like madness.
Understanding the emotions she was feeling now was difficult. Why tears were flowing, why she couldn’t have hit more, she couldn’t fathom.
“Hey, don’t harass my sister.”
Human memory is not accurate.
Subjective and different for each person, even the same phenomenon is remembered differently.
So, she hoped even this memory would be wrong.
In her very small and fragile years when she was bullied by her peers, the one who shielded her with her smaller body was her older sister.
It’s probably not true.
That memory was manipulated, and the good memories left with her sister were now gone.
Despite repeating this several times, Wooyeon couldn’t stop the tears.
She pressed the password for Taekyung’s house.
Yoon Wooyeon, born on Christmas.
Memories of the past when she secretly got up in the dawn to see Santa’s face, clashed with her dad wearing a red hat.
Ah.
It hurts too much.
The iron gate opened, and Wooyeon stood still.
An ownerless house made the already empty space even more desolate.
Beyond the painful and bitter memories, Wooyeon sniffed. The flowing tears moistened her palm, turning into droplets of shimmering water at her fingertips.
People I once loved so much.
Warm memories, the time that was my universe and everything.
They trembled so much that it made her eyes sting.
It’s not right to cry like this in someone else’s house. It shouldn’t be like this.
“… Ugh.”
She bit her lips to stop the tears.
She thought she had thrown it away. People who were not even worth the scraps of her life, she had pushed them away and cleared them out several times.
Resentment filled her eyes at the thought of not being able to throw away even one and having swept them all.
Wooyeon couldn’t bear it.
As if her body would break at the end of the gaze into the sun, she swayed her body gently and looked into the darkness.
It was a window.
A pitiful figure of herself crying sadly in the night, transparently reflected in the window that he hadn’t covered with curtains.
Even though her ugly appearance was reflected like in a mirror, it comforted her about the world where she used to live.
It’s okay. It will be okay.
She has no energy. Come to think of it, she didn’t properly eat dinner tonight.
She got slapped by Jiyu, grabbed Inyeong’s hair, and what did I do for lunch? Ah, Mandu Jeongol.
Even when eating the hot dish, that person didn’t complain. He just asked if it was delicious, smiled, and scratched his head because he wanted to hold hands.
The soft and tender tofu-like kiss in the car, the gaze of Cha Taekyung looking at me.
Wooyeon froze like a clock without batteries.
Thinking about him, an intense loneliness flooded her at this moment.
On a young day, loan sharks who came to her home and harassed her.
The rolling soju bottle on the floor, the wrinkles of an aging grandmother, the expressions of friends who pitied her at school when it was pouring rain.
The emotions stirred by her throat, instead of decreasing, seemed to increase the volume of sadness even more.
Wooyeon cried like a young child. Then, her eyes caught the bag she had thrown at the entrance.
Hastily kneeling and crawling, she took out her phone. She called Taekyung.
Just once.
Please, just once.
Are you not sleeping?
Wooyeon shouted.
Come see me. Come right now. You’re at home. Hug me, she repeated the same words to him several times with an anchor-like voice and pronunciation.
He felt it was serious, so he called Wooyeon.
Ms. Yoon Wooyeon. Ms. Yoon Wooyeon? Can you hear me?
“…….”
I’ll come right now, so wait. It won’t take long.
The call ended, and Wooyeon was trapped alone in the darkness again.
Helplessly waiting for Taekyung like a fool who didn’t know what else to do but wait for him.
When Taekyung opened the front door with a bang, a crouched woman in the darkness appeared.
Wooyeon, who had cried so much, turned her head obliquely, unable to imagine how much she had cried.
Without asking anything, Taekyung hugged her tightly.
The only thing moving him was Yoon Wooyeon.
“……Hold me, please.”
Wooyeon pleaded.
Taekyung didn’t stop her as she unbuttoned her clothes in a daze.
It’s unclear what made Wooyeon, who seemed so firm, crumble.
When the actor Yoon Jinho caused a scandal, she resolved the incident alone, and when the masked assailant threatened with a knife, she didn’t get scared.
The Wooyeon who was angry when the file was stolen, teased for being silly, and protested for a few days was completely different from the one now.
“How much do you like me?”
She held Taekyung like she was biting into his ear and whispered, grasping his neck like the neck of a fish.
It sounded like a request to love me more.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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