Yuri Hsien’s suddenly thrown question made the man slightly open his mouth.
“……Huh.”
A faint snicker escaped.
“Weren’t you just doubting my identity? You said you couldn’t believe what I was saying. But now you’re asking me for guidance.”
“I still doubt your identity. But your unbelievable words, your claim that my father has amnesia…… It seems to be true.”
Yuri Hsien hid her lower lip and asked again. Her eyes dropped slightly and quivered. Yuri Hsien closed her eyes for a moment, shedding the tears that had pooled, and looked at the man again.
The color of a deep and silent swamp. It was not uncomfortably strange.
The man quietly asked.
“……So?”
“I just thought that you weren’t lying at least in this regard. But it seems you won’t give me any information.”
Regrettably, Yuri Hsien turned her head back to Ulergen. He was still squinting in pain, as if the headache wasn’t going away. Yuri Hsien stroked his arm from his shoulder with her trembling hand.
Just like when Ulergen used to comfort a frightened Yuri Hsien on thunderous nights.
“Ah…….”
Whether it worked, or a memory came to him, or maybe it was an ingrained habit.
Ulergen’s painful trembling gradually stopped. His twisted face slowly relaxed, and his headache seemed to disappear. Yuri Hsien, who had wiped the cold sweat from Ulergen’s forehead, embraced her father more tightly.
‘So big…… yet so small.’
Her father seemed oddly small. Her complex heart ached.
Ulergen, who had been in Yuri Hsien’s arms for a long time, slowly pulled himself out. Yuri Hsien felt the warmth of her father’s embrace for the first time in a long time, but she didn’t force it. Ulergen looked carefully at Yuri Hsien’s face with a confused expression.
‘Familiar.’
Clearly a stranger, a face that wasn’t anywhere in his blank memory like a newborn, but too familiar. No, more than familiar, it was yearned for. So dear that he wanted to see it even as he looked.
“Young lady…… really……”
Ulergen unknowingly reached out his hand. Suddenly looking at his hand, it felt strange. The broken nails on the thick hands didn’t fit well.
He remembered always being neat and clean. Not for any other reason, but for that young lady who used to torment and yet delight him, to touch that small and precious face.
“Are you really my daughter……?”
His voice cracked. A daughter he doesn’t remember. But a daughter who made him happy just by looking. If this sinful heart, reaching out with filthy hands, is not a father’s, then what is it?
Yuri Hsien did not hesitate at the hand reaching for her and rubbed her soft cheek against it.
“Yes, father. I am your daughter. The only one…… I’m your Yuri.”
The tears that touched the cracked tip of his thumb were hot. The tears that seeped through the cracks and went up to his brain were suffocating. He wanted to remember something, didn’t know what he had been forgetting all this time, but this reality that he was forgetting something was painfully frustrating.
Ulergen scrunched his face.
‘I want to remember. I want to recall.’
He didn’t care about anything else, but he wanted to remember this young woman crying in his arms. He wanted to embrace her sobbing shoulders with clean hands as he had all his memories back.
As Ulergen clutched the blanket as if making a vow, the masked man, who had been silently watching, spoke.
“I hear that your biological father has forgotten even the necessary information for daily life.”
As Yuri Hsien wiped away the flowing tears and looked back at the man, he gestured to the old woman standing by the door. She quietly bowed her head towards the man and Yuri Hsien. Her posture was graceful, even on second glance.
“He can talk, but he doesn’t know how to hold a spoon, how to drink soup, and even how to read letters. Needless to mention counting.”
A deep, resonant voice rang through the thick air. Yuri Hsien was therefore rather thankful that the mysterious man did not hastily sympathize with her.
“Perhaps it will be difficult for you to serve alone.”
“So?”
“I’ll attach someone to you.”
“……What?”
Yuri Hsien’s eyes widened at the sudden, unexpected statement. Her moist eyes from tears really looked like a rabbit’s.
“There’s a saying, if you don’t know Windsor’s current situation, it’s one of two things.”
The man spoke, holding up a finger, as Yuri Hsien said nothing.
“A longtime expatriate who has lived in a foreign country, or a spy.”
The man, holding up his thumb and middle finger like rabbit ears, slowly shook his hand. Although it seemed like a tease, his words were not wrong, so Yuri Hsien missed the moment to react.
“So take the person I attach to you. They will help you a lot.”
“Why should I? Why should I believe something about you, a stranger?”
“You believed my words. You even asked about the way.”
“The fact that my father has amnesia is not your promissory note.”
Yuri Hsien shook her head as she spoke, and the man quickly replied.
“Isn’t there one more thing?”
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
