The sound of clothes brushing through the silent stillness echoed. As they entered, there was no one inside either. The only evidence that someone had been here was the few sticks of incense stuck in the holder.
In the midst of the white chrysanthemums, there lay a portrait photo.
‘Commander.’
Facing the incense burner, Eunha approached hesitantly. It was only then that she realized her hands were trembling faintly.
With both hands, she politely held the incense, and as she gently placed it in the holder, a faint smoke rose. Beyond it, she looked at the portrait photo once again.
“Thank you.”
A faint voice was heard from the side. It was Woncheol’s son.
Eunha realized a bit belatedly that she hadn’t properly greeted the mourner. In the end, she hadn’t even written in the condolence register.
“Oh, I…”
As she was about to make a belated introduction, he cut her off as if implying it wasn’t necessary.
“I heard about the day my father passed away and that you were there through a phone call.”
…Ah. With a short sigh, Eunha closed her mouth. He indeed knew who she was.
While pondering what to say, the man maintained his smile and gently opened his mouth.
“It was a very excited voice after a long time. It’s understandable. After all, meeting by chance with the most cherished disciple after several decades.”
“…I see.”
“Yes. A few months ago, I saw a program on TV where you appeared. I was with my father. I remember it was a special program featuring Concept Hunters.”
Concept Hunter special program. Eunha distinctly remembered appearing on such a show, not as Cha Eunha, but as the Princess of Black Flame.
“My father watched that show and got up from the sofa, making a fuss, even called the broadcasting station. In the end, we couldn’t get your contact information, but… he found out your name was Iyura. It was different from the name he remembered. However, he said the name didn’t matter.”
He smiled lightly.
“That child hasn’t changed at all. That’s all that mattered… or so he said.”
A remarkably gentle smile, as if from someone who had lost their only family. It felt like he was looking at the commander from his memories. Perhaps that’s why.
“I’m sorry.”
Eunha suddenly apologized to him. What was she apologizing for? Perhaps for everything.
For some reason, it was difficult to look straight at him, so Eunha lowered her gaze. His eyes felt like they were staring at her for a long time as she glanced at this place.
“…Today, there were only three people who came here.”
One was a high school student saved by his father, another was that student’s mother, and the last one was Eunha.
The few mourners had all said the same thing.
“All three apologize to me.”
“…”
“The one who should apologize is my father, isn’t it? Leaving only me without a word of farewell.”
Isn’t that right? He laughed lightly.
“But I don’t think you or my father need to apologize. Both of you.”
His gaze went beyond the white smoke to the portrait photo.
“I may not be a Hunter, let alone an Awakener, but I will live like my father in the future.”
Because to me, my father was the best Hunter. He added.
At that moment, a voice with a similar tone that brushed against Eunha’s ears was heard.
‘Man is like a tree, so when a big wind blows, one by one, leaves fall. So, when an unbearable, harsh winter comes, only the feeble branches may remain.’
…Ah.
The blurry thoughts in Eunha’s mind gradually cleared, as if the fog had lifted. She blinked slowly. The forgotten memories finally rushed into her mind like a torrent.
‘But, Eunha. Even if the roots are anchored there, if there is no sway there.’
Her eyes met the man’s. The white smoke rising from the incense enveloped the two.
‘──It will bloom again next spring.’
“To me too…”
Eunha slowly pursed her lips.
“To me, it was the same.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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