When he opened the door to the room where he was, Woo-yeon froze in place.
During the rush to the hospital, Woo-yeon struggled not to distort the sentence that Director Han had said, “The president has awakened.”
He pondered the doctor’s words that, as much as the extended time, cognitive abilities might have declined, or there might be damage that was not checked in the operating room.
Flicking fingers or blinking eyes—just that much would have been enough to feel thrilled when he entered.
But the moment the door opened, seeing him sitting perfectly on the bed, having even removed the respirator, with his healthy face, she couldn’t say anything.
Between several medical staff, her eyes met Taekyung’s for a moment. Her heart started pounding as if it would explode any moment.
Woo-yeon stood frozen in front of the door, feeling no sense of reality.
“Please leave for a moment.”
Embedded in her ears was Taekyung’s distinct voice. He spoke politely.
Everyone, please leave.
Nodding heads, the medical staff and Director Han quickly opened the door and went out. Even in that moment, Taekyung’s gaze was solely on Woo-yeon.
What are you doing? Come in. He seemed to be saying that.
Gulp, the swallowed saliva stimulated the internal organs, causing the illusion that everything was gently stirring.
“A dream, isn’t it?”
It was the first thing Woo-yeon said to him. Taekyung smiled faintly.
“Check for yourself.”
As soon as his words ended, Woo-yeon delved into Taekyung’s arms.
Having made remarks, cried, laughed, and finally burst into tears, it was the floor.
It was the first time I laid bare all my emotions. It was embarrassing, but I had no regrets.
Taekyung silently continued to hold Woo-yeon. She had no strength in her body, and it felt like her hands would be released soon, but he didn’t let her go until the end.
It was the determination of a man who had run endlessly toward the woman he wanted to keep by his side to the end, piercing through the long darkness.
It was love.
⭐⭐⭐
The fourth day.
It was a bland and tasteless taste with no trace of liver. I want to eat something more delicious, but what’s scarier than a doctor is Yoon Woo-yeon in front of me.
Her neatly tied hair looked particularly pretty.
Long eyelashes, a delicate neck, and white, slender fingers.
Everything was lovely.
“Why? Does it taste bad?”
It can’t be. Taekyung nodded, and she bit her lip.
“Just endure a few more days. From next week, they said they’ll bring regular meals.”
“But I want to eat something else.”
Like grilled fish. Steak, or salmon sashimi you like.
Woo-yeon glanced at how she accepted it. Taekyung briefly put the spoon in his mouth and stared at her lips.
“What did you imagine?”
“…….?”
“I’m thinking of responding to your expectations.”
Tak, a patient, made a sarcastic comment towards him. Though he wasn’t in pain, Taekyung deliberately made a groaning sound.
Startled, Woo-yeon asked if he was okay and moved her body around. Thanks to that, Taekyung, whose senses were fully awake due to the wind, felt more alive.
Being stuck in the hospital wasn’t fun at all. Anyway, whoever invented ways to make people anxious was a genius.
At this moment, he thought that if she could look into his mind, she probably wouldn’t want to concede anything.
The man, still in rehabilitation, might be thinking who knows what right now, and his cheeks could be slapped on both sides.
Sticking out his tongue, feeling somewhat bland, he swallowed the tasteless porridge all at once.
“Oops, no. Slowly. You have to eat slowly.”
“My fingers are shaking.”
With a nonchalant lie, he handed her the spoon.
The doctor advised that, despite the difficulty, to regain lost muscle mass while lying down, she needed to exercise little by little.
After diligently moving for a few days, she had almost returned to her previous physical condition, enough to eat without exerting much effort.
Headaches disappeared, and the symptom of weak hand tremors vanished. Of course, he had no intention of letting Yoon Woo-yeon find out about that.
“Ah.”
Laughing inwardly because of her trying to coax him like a seven-year-old child, he opened his mouth wide. The porridge she fed him surged in like mugwort.
It didn’t taste good, but if every meal was like this, it seemed quite eatable.
Around the end of the meal, after a short knock, Director Han came in.
Although it was said that he didn’t have to come every day, he visited the hospital twice a day, dividing it into morning and afternoon.
Wearing a neat suit, Taekyung glanced at him briefly, and Woo-yeon sent him outside.
She knew how he was filling the empty space left by Jae-hee.
How he obsessed over work as she did before, spending days outside until he seemed about to collapse, and only returned home when he felt like he might fall apart.
It seemed certain.
Director Han held up the documents he brought in his arms and neatly placed them on the auxiliary table.
The results of the work he handled during Taekyung’s absence, the progress, and quantified documents.
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
