In the silence between the two, the sound of water droplets falling one or two at a time echoed in the watermill.
In the midst of Geon’s earnestness resonating in their hearts, Yeonwoo felt a tingling sensation.
The recent suspicions she had harbored seemed to be correct.
She had been the woman Geon had harbored feelings for all along.
Why Geon had developed such feelings for her was still a mystery, but it was enough to make Yeonwoo’s heart flutter.
Geon’s gaze that looked at her, his earnest voice toward her—all of it made Yeonwoo feel like a special woman.
However, the excitement of her heart didn’t last long.
The woman who captured Geon’s heart, Hong Yeonho, was a figment of Yeonwoo’s creation.
The woman Hong Yeonho couldn’t coexist with Hong Yeonwoo, a soldier in the Gwangho Army, so Geon’s feelings were nothing more than a pursuit of an illusion.
As the time spent with Geon as the woman Hong Yeonho increased, the risk of revealing her true identity also grew.
“No… it can’t be.”
Yeonwoo answered with a voice filled with guilt.
She deceived Geon, whom she considered her person.
Even if Geon were to find out that he had been deceived, would he still think of Yeonwoo as his person?
With the same level of trust he had in Yeonwoo, the sense of betrayal he would feel might be significant, and eventually, their relationship would be strained.
To avoid jeopardizing the relationship they had built up until now, Yeonwoo must not meet Geon again as Yeonho.
The ending for the two had already been decided.
It was a relationship that couldn’t happen, a relationship that shouldn’t even start, and a relationship that couldn’t be exciting because it couldn’t even start.
Perhaps Yeonwoo didn’t even know that the feeling of excitement might be a luxury for her.
However, Geon, who was unaware of such circumstances, thought that she hesitated because she lacked confidence in him.
Therefore, he tried his best to reassure her with sincerity.
“Nangja, it’s okay not to do anything. It’s fine if you just receive; don’t feel burdened.”
“Nari…”
Because further progress in their relationship should not happen, she had to say that it shouldn’t.
“If you dislike me approaching, Nangja, I’ll stop right here if you say you dislike it.”
“…”
But Yeonwoo’s true feelings hoped that Geon would come closer, so she couldn’t say that she disliked it.
Unable to bring herself to utter words denying her feelings, Yeonwoo just bit her lip.
Sensing her silence, Geon didn’t miss the opportunity to delve deeper.
“If it’s not that you dislike it, then give me a chance.”
Geon slowly reached out, gently enclosing her hand with his.
As he wrapped his fingers around the rest of her hand, her small hand fit snugly into Geon’s hand.
Yeonwoo’s heart began to thump loudly at the warmth transmitted through their hands.
This shouldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t allow him to be this close.
Although her mind knew what she should do, her heart wasn’t willing to follow easily.
Despite knowing that she should push him away, Yeonwoo couldn’t bring herself to release Geon’s hand.
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.
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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.”