Bercheria couldn’t believe what was happening.
She had occasionally imagined the moment of her death.
But never had she thought it would come by being tricked by a lizard with a man’s head and falling into the sea.
‘Is this even possible?’
She had said it was Velophai.
But now, even that was uncertain.
‘The terror of dying.’
Bercheria looked down at the ground.
The rocky beach made her head dizzy.
Even if she had self-healing abilities, she would not survive if her head shattered against those rocks.
The image of her body lying on the beach, a spectacle for all, was vividly imagined.
It was a miserable death.
She had never thought of death even while confined in the tower.
Despite the curse that plagued her life, Bercheria had never given up on herself.
And yet, dying like this was unbearably unfair.
There was still so much left undone.
Why had she lived confined in the tower?
What was the purpose of it all?
Whether her mother was her real mother, who had given birth to her, and what that abusive woman had wanted to achieve.
And as for Lakrahan…
Bercheria recalled his deep, dark eyes.
Softly curved when he smiled, shining like a child’s, and filled with a red fire when he was angry.
He was like a typhoon that stormed silently within tranquility.
Being with him, one could be swept away at any moment, and suddenly, he would fill one’s entire view.
‘I can’t die.’
Bercheria summoned all the strength within her.
A mere mistake with a drug would end my life?
Impossible.
She was Bercheria, the goddess of weather.
This could not be her ending.
Bercheria’s body rebounded as if colliding with an invisible wall in midair, then began to fall at an even faster speed.
Bercheria!
Someone called her name.
But before she could respond, Bercheria lost consciousness.
Just then, a huge wave engulfed her body and pulled her into the sea.
And at that very moment, Lakrahan dove into the sea.
The moment he saw the wave swallow Bercheria, Lakrahan felt like his eyes were turning inside out.
Before he even thought about it, his feet were already leaping towards the sea.
Loren had told him he must save her if she fell into the sea.
He would have preferred to be the one to save her and earn her favor, but that was impossible.
One needed to be able to swim and have the attribute of ice.
Only then could Bercheria be saved.
“……!”
The moment his body touched the water, extreme coldness engulfed him.
Water was not frightening.
After participating in the war and witnessing the deaths of his brother and father, Lakrahan had roamed the battlefield like a madman for the remaining year.
He did whatever he could to win, and he had mistaken his body to be indestructible.
Injuries, bleeding, vomiting blood—none of it deterred him.
He had even used the sea as a last resort.
Diving into the ocean in the dead of winter to commit suicide was something nobody did, so he used that to attack enemies.
Among those who wanted to live, it was obvious that Lakrahan, who didn’t value his own life, would seize the upper hand.
What had started as mere mimicry had developed into a genuine ability to swim, enough to find what he wanted deep within the ocean.
‘Bercheria!’
The moment he found her sinking into the deep sea, he realized.
All the pain he had endured up until now had been for this moment.
To save Bercheria, for all those times he had struggled.
He didn’t want to lose her.
Even if it meant giving up his life.
He reached out his arms to embrace her, sealing her slack lips with his own.
Making sure nothing could intervene between them, he slowly pushed his breath into her.
Her chest, previously rigid, inflated with Lakrahan’s breath, then deflated as he withdrew it.
And then, in that moment,
A red flame erupted violently within Bercheria’s chest.
A heat that spread throughout her body like fire was scalding the flesh beneath her skin.
The seawater around Bercheria, turning red, bubbled and boiled.
‘What on earth?’
Lakrahan reached out and grasped Bercheria’s arm.
But at that moment, he felt the pain of his skin scorching.
Bercheria was not just hot to the eye.
She was actually boiling.
“……!”
Bercheria shuddered as her body ran low on air.
He reached out his hand toward her, but stopped in mid-air, recalling the burning temperature.
However, he soon grasped Bercheria again.
He didn’t care if his skin was being burnt.
As long as he could save her, even getting burns all over his body was acceptable.
The important thing was that Bercheria would get out safely.
A Lakrahan who had believed he would never again feel such emotions was now worried about losing this feeling.
He couldn’t imagine a life without Bercheria now. She had filled his realm in such a short time. It was unbelievable, but he saw nothing but her now.
He was prepared to do anything for Bercheria.
He pushed air into her overlapping lips.
The air that pushed out from her felt as if it would burn his throat.
Yet, he neither fled nor hesitated to push air into Bercheria.
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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