At first, he had kept women at a distance of his own volition, but after too much time had passed, it seemed he had forgotten how to deal with women altogether.
And that seemed to be the same for Bercheria, who had also lived her entire life trapped alone in the tower.
‘Just think about restoring Bercheria’s strength. For the sake of the people.’
When the days of suffering from drought came to mind, his heart instantly became calm.
Lakrahan also closed his eyes and began to focus on the contact.
The touch of another’s skin, the sound of breathing close by, the voice near his ear.
It still felt strange.
It was like continuously receiving small shocks that he was unprepared for.
“How do you feel? Do you feel strength returning?”
“No. I don’t feel anything.”
“Hmm.”
“This method may not be right.”
As Bercheria pulled her hand away, a cold wind touched the spot.
Lakrahan absurdly tucked his hands under his armpits, pretending to be cold, and turned his head.
Bercheria, too, mumbled as if looking for something, peering down at the bottom of the tower.
Unlike the awkward and bustling scenery of the tower, the midnight forest was very quiet.
So quiet that even the movement of small insects could be seen.
After staring down for a long time, Bercheria’s eyes stopped at one spot.
“……?”
Something that looked like the figure of love was lying haphazardly on the ground.
The arms and legs were unnatural, and the skin was shriveled and wrinkled.
Although the face was hidden by hair and not clearly visible, Bercheria knew who it was.
She could not not know.
“What is that…….”
Every day.
The one who came up to this tower once a day to throw dry bread at her.
“Mother……?”
As Bercheria stood up from the railing, leaning her body out toward the outside, Lakrahan also stood and looked in the same direction.
“What’s going on?”
“Mo, Mother is.”
Bercheria stumbled back, shocked.
Her face was pale, and her hands were trembling.
Lakrahan also leaned his upper body out to look down, but he saw nothing.
“Bercheria.”
Although he called her name, she continued to stumble back like someone who could not understand words.
Her eyes had already lost focus.
“Hey!”
She kept walking back until she reached the opposite end of the tower.
Even when her back hit the railing, she seemed not to feel it.
“Ah.”
As her body swayed and threatened to fall backward, Lakrahan reached out and grabbed Bercheria’s waist.
Her bent body clung to him, and their confused eyes met.
His pupils were scrutinizing Bercheria’s pale face back and forth.
“What on earth is going on? Why
Hearing his cry, Bercheria finally looked at him.
“Mother is.”
“Yes, speak.”
“Mother is dead down there.”
“What?”
Bercheria vehemently shook her head as if denying her own thoughts.
Her face was trembling in fear.
“No. Mother, I mean.”
She bit her dry lips tightly.
“That body has the appearance of Mother, but it’s not Mother.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. It certainly has Mother’s face, but it doesn’t feel like Mother. That.”
Bercheria pushed Lakrahan slightly aside and stood, steadying herself.
“I don’t know why I feel this way, but that’s not Mother.”
Lakrahan clenched his sharp jaw.
“It has the face of Mother, but it’s not Mother…….”
He mumbled the words Bercheria had spoken.
Was someone else perfectly imitating and living as another person?
And if that was only on the surface?
He lifted his head with an uncertain look.
“Only the parallel butterfly can do that.”
The parallel butterfly.
Bercheria’s lips parted thinly as she recalled a memory that had been lingering deep in her mind.
The parallel butterfly was in her oldest memory.
When humans first discovered the butterfly, that mysterious creature was resting on a flower, its wings closed together.
When its beauty had captured the hearts of people, the butterfly spread its wings to both sides.
The perfectly symmetrical pattern was enough to mesmerize the onlookers, and a few years later, when the creature that could clone people appeared.
Without hesitation, people decided to call it the parallel butterfly.
It was one of the very precious few creatures known to exist in the world.
“But that is a creature that hasn’t been found for a very long time. It’s impossible for it to suddenly appear here…….”
Bercheria cut off Lakrahan’s words with a visibly frightened face.
“You don’t know Mother. Mother can do anything if she wants to.”
Even in front of Lakrahan, she, who hadn’t been afraid before, was noticeably trembling now.
He turned his head towards the lower part of the tower that Bercheria had just looked down at.
Then he asked in a slow voice.
“What was the reason?”
“The reason?”
“The reason for the existence of this tower.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
