Today, it’s time to tell the story of the fifteen-year-old Yoon Woo-yeon.
It was a time of darkness, without luck, and an unhappy period, but he seemed like he wouldn’t miss anything, just as it is.
The cold air touched the bridge of her nose. Shaking it off, Yeon hastened her steps.
That night, Yeon stopped by home briefly to pick up some things before lying down on the bed to rest.
Sleep overtook her as she succumbed to a deep slumber.
Soma tormented her with a nightmare tinted in ash.
“Mr. Cha Tae-kyung, you have passed away.”
Under the doctor’s pronouncement, a director wailed, and Yeon momentarily lost consciousness.
As if to deny it, I shook my head and faced the pale, cold Tae-kyung.
He was truly lying there like a dead person, and the medical staff began removing the machines attached to Tae-kyung’s body one by one.
It was unbelievable. Just a moment ago, he was a man full of warmth. Yeon tried hard to dig into his embrace to feel even the slightest breath.
“It can’t be like this!”
Leaving me behind is unthinkable. But Tae-kyung’s breath, his breath… I couldn’t feel it at all.
“No… It can’t be.”
I cried aloud, clinging to his lifeless body, desperately pleading without a break.
Please don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone. My life without you is already hell.
I begged not to be abandoned in hell and pleaded with him.
For a long time, I cried, expecting Tae-kyung to wake up at any moment, saying, “Miss Yoon Woo-yeon, this is a dream, right? Fool?” “Why are you crying over a dream like that innocently? I’ll be back soon.”
Even after a long time passed, he didn’t speak, and the person who appeared in front of the weeping woman was Jungsook.
With a gaze full of accusation, she trampled over the fallen Yeon, saying, “Look at this. You didn’t even blink when I died, and now you’re getting your punishment.”
“…….,”
“What can you do? I will never send that man back to you.”
Uttering these chilling words, she laughed grotesquely.
At the sound of that chilling laughter, Yeon opened her eyes abruptly. Her shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
The part of her back that touched the bedsheet felt completely cold.
Ah, it was all a dream.
But even so, it was so vivid that it left a chilling feeling in her chest. Yeon looked blankly at the ceiling and muttered to herself.
“You were well taken care of in a good place. We said our last goodbyes, and I even brought flowers. You shouldn’t treat me like this. How can you, even in a dream? Can’t you treat me a bit better even in a dream? Mom… Mom really until the end…”
Suddenly, tears that had been held back burst out. Even though she knew that his funeral was just a dream, her heart just couldn’t calm down.
She remembered the day when, as a child, she walked through heavy rain to return home alone.
Wet shoes, wet bag, wet face—she burst into tears thinking of that day when she cried loudly.
“Please don’t leave me alone. Mom! Sister! I’m scared. So please, don’t leave me alone!”
While shouting like that, the memory of that time when she cried loudly, entering the house filled with mold, flowed back into Yeon.
“Sob.”
His words that living as a woman of Cha Tae-kyung and returning to the past would be hell came to her mind like a lie.
The time without him was truly hell every moment.
On the wide billboard, there was news that Jo Se-hoon in prison attempted self-harm.
At another broadcasting station, a teaser trailer has been released with a provocative title indicating a change in the culprit, along with the broadcast of a program dealing with the secret of Cha Jae-hee’s death, scheduled for this week.
Woo-yeon, who was listening to the radio in the car, touched her stiff neck, turned off the radio, and turned up the music. The world was still noisy, and people showed interest in sensational news, but these days, everything seemed mundane to her.
To break free from the free and boring routine, today, too, she bought a potted plant. While he remained asleep, she placed one potted plant after another in Tae-kyung’s house, and before she knew it, the living room was filled with several green plants, filling the monotonous space.
Woo-yeon put down the coffee she was drinking, opened all the windows, ventilated the room, and moved the potted plants she brought in one by one to water them. She also sent a text to the manager, saying she would go to the hospital no later than 2 p.m.
She vacuumed, dusted, and worked hard until small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. After clearing her cluttered mind, she brought the coffee she had put on the table earlier.
She comfortably settled in a place to sit, including the sofa, and sat on the floor as it is, leaning her back against the cold wall. She bent her knees, picked up the tumbler with a vacant face, and between her two knees, she stared at the tumbler.
The warm coffee had completely cooled during that time. Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, Woo-yeon thought about how much she cried. Even though she knew his funeral was just a dream, her heart just couldn’t calm down.
Suddenly, tears that had been held back burst out. Even though she knew that his funeral was just a dream, her heart just couldn’t calm down.
She remembered the day when, as a child, she walked through heavy rain to return home alone.
Wet shoes, wet bag, wet face—she burst into tears thinking of that day when she cried loudly.
“Please don’t leave me alone. Mom! Sister! I’m scared. So please, don’t leave me alone!”
While shouting like that, the memory of that time when she cried loudly, entering the house filled with mold, flowed back into Woo-yeon.
“Sob.”
His words that living as a woman of Cha Tae-kyung and returning to the past would be hell came to her mind like a lie.
The time without him was truly hell every moment.
On the wide billboard, there was news that Jo Se-hoon in prison attempted self-harm.
“Hello, Manager Han.”
“……”
You’ve awakened.
Like a person with a broken faucet, Woo-yeon cried uncontrollably.
Joy and excitement, but more than anything, longing surged in.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
