‘How did I not die?’
If so, it would be right to think that this place I’ve opened my eyes to is probably a hospital, judging by the circumstances.
‘…But.’
I rolled my eyes and carefully examined the room I was lying in. Walls covered with white paper, windows made of wood and paper, small tables or drawers came into view.
Overall, it was a neat and decent room, but it all seemed far removed from modern medicine. There was no smell of disinfectant in the air I felt through my nose either.
‘What is this place?’
I stopped abruptly while trying to sit up, confused.
I hadn’t realized it earlier, being startled by the nightmare and not yet having assessed the situation, but…
For some reason, my body was moving perfectly well as I wanted.
After being hit by such a massive truck, and even hearing the sound of a bone breaking somewhere when I fell to the ground, that was odd. Looking down at my body in puzzlement, I realized a strange fact.
‘…I’m small?’
My body was small.
“Huh?”
The hand I looked down at in despair was that of a child who would be about 10 years old. My hands, as I remembered them, should be about one and a half knuckles bigger, but no matter how much I rubbed my eyes, the size of the hand I saw didn’t change.
“No, what is this…”
Modern medicine hasn’t progressed this far, has it? I was frozen in the incomprehensible situation, just looking down at my hand.
Click.
Without any sign, the door that had been closed suddenly opened. I barely turned my head to look at the door, frozen as I was. A large man in black clothing was stepping into the room.
“You’re awake.”
His appearance was East Asian, but the language was unfamiliar. The pronunciation was strange. But somehow, I could understand the meaning.
Only after realizing that did I belatedly become aware that even the murmur I had just made to myself was not in Korean.
“Uh…”
While I couldn’t hide my confusion, the man in black approached and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
Despite his enormous size, his footsteps made no sound, and his mere act of sitting down was without any unnecessary movement.
Up close, he appeared to be a blunt and imposingly handsome man in his midthirties.
His long hair was tied back, and the black clothing he wore resembled the martial attire that might appear in martial arts novels. Upon closer inspection, a few red flowers were delicately embroidered on the lapel.
After a brief observation, our eyes met. In my tension, I couldn’t even look away and remained silent. However, for some reason, the other person was also silent.
It was as if he didn’t know what to say.
After a moment of silence, he hesitated a little and spoke first.
“Are you all right?”
I couldn’t tell what that question was about.
However, if I had to answer that question, nothing about the situation was all right.
Struck by a car and waking up in a strange place that wasn’t a hospital, I found that my body did not seem like the body I remembered, and suddenly a stranger came in and tossed out a question without any context, asking if I was okay.
Moreover, the language used throughout this process, no matter how I thought about it, was a pronunciation I had never heard before, yet I understood it clearly and even unintentionally used it naturally.
‘……Isn’t this situation called possession?’
It was a sudden thought that came to mind.
Come to think of it, I had encountered such kinds of stories in various ways several times. It was a common theme.
‘Possession.’
If I gave up on reality, it would sound quite plausible. But there’s nothing to give up, as such a situation could only be possible in characters, not in reality.
‘But is this really reality?’
At this point, my head seemed not to be working properly. I even briefly suspected whether this might not be a dream.
‘I don’t know.’
So, I just… opened my mouth with a feeling of letting things be.
“Excuse me.”
“Speak.”
“Excuse me, but who are you……?”
The already awkward atmosphere in the room turned chilly in an instant.
I felt a bit regretful.
(This is a time separator.)
The man in black, who had hurriedly left the room with a request to wait a moment, returned with one person.
The person who came with him was dressed in white, with a skyblue cloak with wide sleeves draped over it. He looked a few years older than the man in black.
“Now, give me your hand.”
The man in white took a seat beside the bed with an unhesitant attitude and reached out for my hand, speaking abruptly.
I unconsciously followed his instruction but then hesitated, feeling that I had acted too unguardedly. But it was impossible to pull my already captured arm back.
My counterpart held my wrist still, as if feeling my pulse, and lowered his eyes with a serious expression. With no choice but to extend my arm, I inadvertently cast my gaze on the sleeve that brushed over my palm and fell downward.
Looking closely, I saw the same red flowers on the sleeve as were engraved on the lapel of the man in black’s clothing.
‘……Why are there so many flowers?’
Neither of them had an impression that suited flowers.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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