Leaving his scream behind, she rushed to the stillopen door. The floor was entirely mud from the harder rain.
As she reached the busy road where people were hustling, Ines looked around. But because of the fastmoving carriages, she had no choice but to pause.
The rainwater obscured her vision, and as she wiped her eyes, Ines saw a familiar figure standing across the street.
“Joseph?”
Was it a desperate illusion she’d called forth? No, that couldn’t be. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen a mirage, but this was no illusion.
“Joseph.”
Although her voice couldn’t reach him, the man’s eyes moved precisely to where she stood.
At that moment, Ines could feel it clearly. He wasn’t approaching to catch her, but he had been watching her as she ran out all the while.
“Joseph!”
As Ines called his name forcefully, he hid his face and began to run away quickly. She moved to catch him, but with her incomplete legs, the chase was difficult. He took a path towards the busier market.
Constantly looking back to gauge how far Ines had followed, Joseph smiled when he saw her limping. Facing his mockery, she shuddered and stopped in place.
Her legs wouldn’t move as if stuck in a swamp. If there were a god, he should not have been so unkind to her.
“Move aside! Move!”
Then, from within the humming chaos, a stranger’s shout was heard.
Joseph, whose eyes met hers, no longer hid his presence and fixed his gaze on her. Just as she thought he smiled, a thump sound sent Ines’s body soaring into the air.
Startled by the women’s sharp screams, the horse hit the carriage into Ines’s fallen body, repeatedly trampling her. The surroundings turned to darkness, and her vision narrowed.
As she was dying, Ines oddly recalled a passage from the Bible that she had held dear in her life.
〈If someone reaches out and asks to walk ten steps together, give all you have to him.〉
Feeling the hot blood flowing from the back of her head, Ines slowly closed her eyes.
〈But he who wants too much will eventually return emptyhanded.〉
And so, she saw him.
In the midst of astonished faces, Joseph Brnoa was laughing as he gazed at his own dying self.
(This is a time separator.)
Ines slowly regained consciousness and realized that she hadn’t died.
“Why isn’t the fever going down?”
But she was still in a dream. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have heard that voice again.
“I’m upset, really. You’ve been wandering around in the heavy rain. Where have you been?”
Ines, unable to even open her eyes, reached out and slyly grabbed the hand that touched her forehead. Though a dream, the warmth was vividly conveyed.
“Mother….”
Could it be that God, who had showered her with resentment, now pitied her? What she felt under her palm was unmistakably her mother’s hand.
Her mother had passed away the year after Ines had been imprisoned, they said. Was she now in heaven, following her mother?
Since her husband’s death, Ines had never experienced such a sweet dream. No, she hadn’t escaped the nightmare of that day in court, not for a single day.
She wanted to see her mother’s face but was afraid it would disappear if she opened her eyes, so Ines tightened her closed eyes even more.
“Why are you crying for doing well?”
“Uhm, I did wrong. I was wrong. Forgive me.”
No matter how much she begged for forgiveness over the years, Ines always had to beg a little more.
“I know. Don’t cry. Crying won’t make the fever go down. This won’t do. I need to get more lukewarm water.”
With those words, her mother’s hand slipped away from beneath her hand. Ines opened her eyes in surprise, but her mother was already up and walking towards the door.
“Mother?”
“Don’t get up. I’ll be right back.”
‘No, don’t go, Mother. Show me your face, your face… just once.’
As if someone was choking her, she couldn’t speak, and she nearly jumped out of bed to stop her mother, placing her foot on the floor. And at that moment, she sharply realized.
Everything she was experiencing was utterly real.
She didn’t feel the sharp pain in her ankle that had been tearing her apart with each step. Surprised, Ines stopped following her mother and looked down at her own foot.
Without a single scar, her white foot filled her vision. Ines closed her eyes for a moment in disbelief.
After standing up properly and consciously placing both feet on the floor, she felt both heels touch the ground without any problem. The familiar and soft touch of the carpet underfoot caused Ines’s eyes to widen involuntarily.
‘What on earth is happening?’
At that moment, the door through which her mother had left opened again, and the maid entered.
“Miss! Why are you up?”
“Susan…?”
“Goodness, you still don’t look well. Please go back to bed. It’s time for your medicine.”
Ines stared at Susan’s young face. Just a few hours ago, Susan had been a fullgrown woman, well into her thirties.
Ines suddenly turned her head towards the fireplace. In any household, the family crest would naturally hang above the fireplace. Ines looked at the emblem and felt faint, collapsing onto the bedsheet.
“Miss, are you all right?”
Susan came closer, but Ines raised her hand to stop her, then looked again at the family crest.
Am I crazy? Really crazy like Lena?
Lena Marier was always cackling with a strange sound. She constantly stared at the prison wall, speaking meaningless words.
If Ines hadn’t gone mad like Lena, how was all this possible?
But everything before her eyes was more painfully real than ever.
The oak crest, her living mother, the rejuvenated Susan, and even her painless ankles.
These vivid things meant one clear thing.
“Susan, how old are you now?”
“You and I are the same age, Miss. Don’t you know my age? We’re 20 years old now.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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