Gazing at Illeun who had just fallen asleep, Lona’s eyes were a bit moist.
“Something seems wrong.”
The butler wore a serious expression.
“This seizure has lasted too long. It’s never been like this before.”
When treating Illeun’s eyes, Illeun was in pain, and normally the symptoms would stop within a day or two.
But this time, despite only taking the medicine once, Illeun’s seizures were continuing for the sixth day. According to Bernard, even when he took the medicine several times, the seizures stopped within a day or two. He never had such a long period of pain after taking it only once.
This abnormality sparked a hope that ‘perhaps, unlike previous medicines, this one might have some effect?’ but it also fanned the anxiety of ‘what if the pain doesn’t disappear and continues every day?’
During this time, Lona felt like she was going insane.
She was tortured by the thought that she had undoubtedly made the medicine wrong and that Illeun was in such pain because of her.
Illeun, who hadn’t eaten or drank properly while bedridden for nearly a week, looked gaunt and pallid. Every time she saw him, Lona couldn’t help crying, and now she had learned the skill to quickly dab her tears with a handkerchief without sobbing. Because when she cried, Illeun worried about her and tried to comfort her without even thinking about his own situation.
‘If Carina had made the medicine, Illeun would have opened his eyes.’
It’s my fault for trying to make the medicine without knowing anything prematurely.
“Illeun, I wanted to give you back to yourself.”
But whether it was destiny or not, Carina ran away from the female lead, and Illeun couldn’t open his eyes. She could return to the original world if she saw the ending as it was in the original. But that didn’t seem to be the important issue.
“I wish I was the protagonist.”
Then she wouldn’t have had to see Illeun in such pain. Would he have opened his eyes with the female lead buff?
It was hard for her to believe that Illeun was having such a hard time after drinking something she made.
Lona’s tears started to flow again and she quickly took out her handkerchief. She was about to put the handkerchief back in her pocket after wiping her tears.
“…Lona.”
Illeun called her. She, who had been sitting on the floor, quickly got up and approached the bed.
“Illeun, did you call me?”
“Why are you crying?”
“I didn’t cry.”
“Liar.”
Lona took Illeun’s hand. She couldn’t keep him tied in one place for a week. The butler cleverly released his wrist and this time tied Illeun’s arm. There were bruises all over his freed wrist.
“I’m sorry. Because of me.”
Illeun felt a bit tight in the chest at Lona’s suppressed crying sound. He didn’t like seeing her sad, but he liked that she was worrying about him. When she pulled the hand that was feeling her warmth, she felt her being weakly dragged and sitting on the bed. Illeun stroked Lona’s head.
“It’s okay.”
Patients with incurable diseases had times when they took medicines knowing they were poison, hoping to recover. Lona didn’t know that she was Illeun’s breathing hole. How great it was to have a place to throw a tantrum even when he was in pain like this.
“I’m thirsty.”
As soon as he finished talking, Lona stood up and gave him water. He felt a little bit better, then became upset.
Because Lona really just gave him water.
He soon heard the sound of putting away the water bottle.
“Do you have any other discomfort?”
“Give me a knee pillow.”
Lona hesitated before climbing onto the bed, pushing the pillow and laying Illeun’s head on her lap.
He liked the feeling of her hand gently stroking his messy hair so Illeun closed his eyes.
If it had been normal, he would not have been able to ask for such a thing, nor would she have granted it, but thinking that he was very sick, Lona tried to do everything for him. Illeun felt drowsy at Lona’s tender touch.
“I want to keep asking for things because you do anything I ask.”
“Just tell me. Anything.”
“Really anything, all?”
“Yes.”
Illeun thought for a moment. What should he respond to such a blank check that he could be proud of for a long time? Something rewarding for him and worth leaving as a document for generations in the family?
His considerations ended blandly.
“It’s enough just like this.”
He felt that even being in such pain and struggle, the extent of Lona’s earnest consolation was enough.
That’s when he was lost in a moment of happiness.
Startled.
Ileone’s body stiffened momentarily. Instant beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, which had been fine until now. A seizure was starting. Rona bent her body and held his head, which she had placed on her knee, in her arms.
“Lord Ileone.”
Rona shed more tears. I’m really fine. I’m fine as long as you’re with me.
It’s hard to see you suffering while watching me from my side.
Ileone managed to open his mouth.
“I want to eat chocolate. The one sold at Cafe Cardinal.”
At Ileone’s words, Rona quickly stood up and wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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