Last night, Christoph, who had returned to the mansion, had spent the entire night in the living room, unlike usual. So he had no idea when the flowers had been placed there.
Christoph’s eyes, embedded in the chair, gleamed coldly. Martin hurriedly ran out of the room to find the careless servant.
A moment later, he returned to the office with a voice even more bewildered than before. The inexplicable thing remained the same.
“The maid says, Mrs. Schneider left them.”
“……Marianne?”
Caught off guard, Christoph raised an eyebrow. And he stared at the purple flower as if it were Marianne herself.
She left just before fleeing, leaving the flowers. Why?
Marianne wouldn’t have done such a thing without reason. There must have been something she intended. The problem was that he did not know what it was.
Tsk.
Christoph clicked his tongue in frustration. Realizing that he had not felt this sense of helplessness in a long time, he clicked his tongue again.
It felt as if a huge wall had suddenly been placed in front of him, walking the path prepared for him by the world. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see what was beyond the wall.
As a light of despair began to settle in his once brilliantly sparkling eyes.
“…….”
Christoph, who had not taken his eyes off the purple flower, slowly raised his head. His dry, raspy voice came out empty.
“Martin. What’s the name of this flower?”
“……I will call the gardener.”
Martin was taken aback by the unexpected question but handled it skillfully. He left the office and returned shortly with the gardener.
Peter looked very tense at the sudden summons from his master. Clutching his hat, he bowed his head.
“Peter, what’s the name of the flower on the desk?”
Martin hurriedly asked the question before Christoph’s patience ran out. Peter cautiously approached the desk.
“It’s a chrysanthemum.”
“A chrysanthemum?”
“Yes, it’s a coldresistant flower often planted for ornamental purposes, not only purple but also red, white, yellow…….”
“That’s enough.”
“Yes……? Oh, yes.”
Peter, who was about to spew out what he knew, stopped short and closed his mouth. Christoph’s cutting voice made him worry, absurdly, that the chrysanthemum on the desk might freeze to death.
“You can leave.”
“Excuse me.”
Martin’s words allowed Peter to finally bow his head with a relieved face. Christoph, who had been lost in thought without even noticing the door opening and closing, suddenly rose from his seat.
He headed straight for the first floor. The library door opened, and a room surrounded by bookshelves was revealed. Thousands of books were tightly packed on the shelves that seemed to reach the ceiling.
I’ve definitely seen that book somewhere here.
Christoph glanced nervously at the spines of the books. If his guess was right, he would soon know the message Marianne left for him.
His dry eyes moved quickly. But the book he was looking for was not visible. He finally stopped licking his lips once again.
“…….”
Christoph slowly reached out, swallowing his saliva. Soon a book was pulled into his hands, a book he would normally never care for.
A dictionary of flower language.
He remembered hearing the stories of ladies giving flowers, secretly exchanging messages with the language of the flowers.
What a waste. What are you keeping it for? To slander others?, he remembered scoffing.
Madam Schneider, at the center of social circles, couldn’t have been unaware of this fact. No, perhaps she too had given flowers filled with meanings several times.
Flower bouquets for congratulation in a house of celebration, flower bouquets of comfort in a house of mourning. Sometimes, bouquets filled with affection.
Marianne’s message left for him. What could it be?
Christoph turned the pages impatiently. Flapflap, the paper turned without a break.
Did she leave a hint about where she is? Or, a desperate plea for him to find her?
Suddenly, Christoph’s movement stopped. He finally found the flower language of the forbiddance. For a moment, he stood still, then read the print with trembling eyes.
“……”
At the same time, his face lost all expression. As if he was a man stabbed.
Christoph unwittingly raised a hand to his chin and rubbed it. He continued to rub his jaw like a person who doesn’t know what to do.
His pupils moved slowly. They lingered on the forbiddance’s flower language again.
「Pride」
That was the last message she left for Christoph. It was neither a request to find her nor a hint about where she was. It was just two words, ‘Pride.’
Christoph’s pupils, once swollen with hope, lost their brightness.
(This is a time separator.)
A cart passed right below the window. Clatterclatter, the noisy sound woke up the dawn. Those who had longer days than others were busy moving from an early hour.
From afar, the barking of a dog was heard. When one barked, all the neighborhood dogs started barking together. In turn, Marianne’s morning was also disrupted.
The mansion where she lived was always quiet. In that place, impenetrable to the town’s noise, there was no sound to wake her up.
She rose leisurely, dressed with the maid’s help, chose the dress for the day. After a meal so quiet you could hear a needle drop, she saw Christoph off. That was her morning routine.
“Hmm, what to wear?”
Marianne looked into her wardrobe, deeply pondering.
In the rather modest wardrobe, compared to the one in the mansion, hung just five dresses. They were purchased with the money borrowed from Count Schneider.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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