“What are you talking about consuming time with me? Right now?!”
Heathcliff shouted as if having a fit. Yurisien, surprised, looked at him, and Daisy quickly stood protectively in front of Yurisien.
“What, are you talking nonsense now!”
Heathcliff retorted defiantly. He grabbed both sides of the wide table as if he would overturn it at any moment. The pale face that was as pale as Paris a while ago was now blushing. The agitated breathing made his movements quite threatening.
“What are you talking about consuming time with me? Right now?!”
Heathcliff shouted as if having a fit. Yurisien, surprised, looked at him, and Daisy quickly stood protectively in front of Yurisien.
“What, are you talking nonsense now!”
Heathcliff retorted defiantly. He grabbed both sides of the wide table as if he would overturn it at any moment. The pale face that was as pale as Paris a while ago was now blushing. The agitated breathing made his movements quite threatening.
“What are you talking about consuming time with me? Right now?!”
Heathcliff shouted as if having a fit. Yurisien, surprised, looked at him, and Daisy quickly stood protectively in front of Yurisien.
“What, are you talking nonsense now!”
Heathcliff retorted defiantly. He grabbed both sides of the wide table as if he would overturn it at any moment. The pale face that was as pale as Paris a while ago was now blushing. The agitated breathing made his movements quite threatening.
“What are you talking about consuming time with me? Right now?!”
Heathcliff shouted as if having a fit. Yurisien, surprised, looked at him, and Daisy quickly stood protectively in front of Yurisien.
“What, are you talking nonsense now!”
Heathcliff retorted defiantly. He grabbed both sides of the wide table as if he would overturn it at any moment. The pale face that was as pale as Paris a while ago was now blushing. The agitated
“Stop it, please!”
It was Yurisien who shouted, clenching her fist. Yurisien, with her cheeks pressed tightly, trembled as she held her body.
“How… How can you make me hate you so much?”
She didn’t understand why he was doing this to himself. Looking at Heathcliff, who was holding a knight hostage, Yurisien spoke.
“You don’t love me.”
“…….,”
“You’ve never loved me.”
Heathcliff remained silent once again. Yurisien felt her strength drain from her shoulders. Even if it was an empty phrase, he could have said he loved her at least once, but Heathcliff didn’t. If this honesty wasn’t sincere, then what on earth did those words mean?
“But why are you doing this?”
“I…,”
“Stop treating me like a burden. Everyone knows anyway!”
“Because I’m not your savior?”
When Yurisien shouted, Heathcliff yelled even louder, cutting off her words.
“Because I’m not… your real savior!”
Yurisien was speechless. Heathcliff was not someone with whom a conversation could take place. Shouting at those who had lost words to Heathcliff’s statements, he yelled louder.
“So what if I’m not your savior! What’s wrong with me doing this to you?!”
The peaceful orangery was filled with the man’s tearing screams. Even the knights who were supposed to protect the Duchess were losing their composure.
“You came because you missed me. Because you needed me, right? Then it’s okay!”
Dammit!
Heathcliff cursed and threw the knight he had taken hostage to the ground. He carelessly tossed the sword he had been holding. The clang of the sword hitting the floor echoed sharply.
“You said you had no one else but me, that you were happy with me because I was your savior!”
Heathcliff shouted, leaping around like a madman.
“Stop with the love talk. Even you, who says such things, enjoyed having me as your savior…!”
Crack—
Unable to bear it any longer, Yurisien raised her hand. With a sharp, cracking sound of flesh colliding, Heathcliff’s head turned to the side. The sound of someone swallowing their breath could be heard.
Yurisien, with tearful eyes, looked at him with a face trying to hold back her resentment. Failing to endure and choosing not to shed tears, Yurisien, who quickly wiped her tears, spoke with brimming eyes.
“I loved you.”
“……!”
“Although it was due to misunderstandings and deceptions, I loved you beyond being a savior, Prince.”
The feelings she had harbored for 15 years wouldn’t become false just because the object of her affection was incorrect. Yurisien, wiping her tears once again, spoke with determination.
“Not now.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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