Love Me Just Once (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 95
In his previous life, Idren had never sent her a blue dress.
He was the type of person who preferred giving fabric rather than finished garments, as he tended to ensure she had as many choices as possible.
Besides, clothes were not commonly exchanged as gifts unless between people who were very close.
Giving a finished garment implied knowledge of the recipient’s body measurements, so unless they were family or betrothed, such a gift was rarely chosen.
Of course, now that she was already married to Idren, exchanging such gifts was entirely acceptable—but… Ophelia dragged her dry palms across her face.
She might have accepted any other garment, but a blue dress was far too complicated an object for her.
After their betrothal, Haslen had sent her a dress made of blue fabric and white shoes every year on her birthday.
Ophelia had worn that dress first when going to meet him, and afterward on important days of the year or whenever she needed courage—because wearing it made her feel as though her fiancé was by her side, calming her heart.
But that was all before she had witnessed his execution from Reden’s watchtower.
After her fiancé’s death, Ophelia never wore blue dresses again. Like everything else that reminded her of him, garments made of blue fabric were buried deep within her heart.
So why… would Idren…?
Moreover, blue wasn’t even his favorite color. Ophelia remembered how, during her stay at the royal palace on her way to Edegroon, he had handed her a bolt of crimson velvet.
Pressing her pale hands to her face, Ophelia weighed the possibility that she might have inadvertently spoken to him about Haslen.
Yet even if she’d been drunk or under the influence of medicine, that seemed highly unlikely.
Haslen, the only son of the Lakmata family, had been her most precious treasure. His smiles, the memories they’d built together, the kindness he’d shown her—none of it could ever be replaced.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
Bitch he should’ve given up on you long time ago 😒😭😭
My poor man 🥺😭 You suffered a lot but give her a chance
Like? He doesnt like you… He adores you and love you 🤦🏻♀️ lucky girl