Larisa implored Guinevere never to invite the princess again.
“Why? Did she bully you?”
“No, not like that…”
“Then what? Did she ignore you?”
“No…”
It wasn’t that the princess had any malice. She seemed genuinely interested in becoming friends with Larisa, asking her many questions and showing concern. Struggling to explain, Larisa whispered quietly,
“It just felt uncomfortable.”
“Hmm.”
Guinevere felt uneasy seeing Larisa’s disheartened face.
‘Intimidated?’
“What did you talk about with her?”
“Princess talked about her trips to Kadia and Laran…”
“We need to travel.”
“Huh?”
Guinevere thought Larisa was envious of the princess.
“There’s no need to be envious. We can go too.”
“Huh?”
Guinevere took Larisa’s hand. Before they knew it, they were on the beaches of Laran.
“What? Where?”
Startled to find herself in a strange place, Larisa looked around in confusion.
“So, what shall we do now?”
Larisa asked, pale-faced.
“Where are we?”
“Laran.”
Larisa was shocked and clung tightly to Guinevere’s hand as if she might disappear.
“Don’t leave me here…”
As Larisa began to whimper, Guinevere panicked.
“Why would I leave you?”
“I’m scared!”
Guinevere quickly picked up Larisa.
“There, there. Calm down.”
Guinevere said, sweating nervously. She hadn’t expected Larisa to cry when they came for a trip.
“Look, over there! Something delicious!”
Guinevere teleported with Larisa in her arms. The sudden appearance startled the vendor, but Guinevere confidently ordered,
“Two skewers. Quick. Do you have drinks?”
“Yes? Oh, yes, we do.”
Guinevere waved a skewer in front of Larisa, who never refused food. The sobbing Larisa opened her mouth.
“Ah~”
Larisa bit into it and ate heartily. Guinevere unwittingly smiled. However, she was soon flustered again by Larisa’s cry.
“Ow, it’s spicy!”
“Drink! Quick!”
“Here, but that’s…”
Guinevere hurriedly handed Larisa a drink without listening to the vendor. Then Larisa exclaimed,
“Ow, it’s hot!”
It was soda.
“Hehe, didn’t know the kid would eat that, haha.”
The vendor laughed nervously, wary of Guinevere’s stern gaze.
Larisa, with her tongue burning and throat stinging, kept an eye on Guinevere, fearing she might get angry.
“But it’s sweet.”
Larisa continued to sip the soda.
“Tasty, right? That’s because my wife made it with her homemade lemon syrup!”
The vendor tried to sell more, calming Guinevere’s rising eyebrows.
“Hehe, the kid knows good food.”
As the vendor kept praising Larisa, Guinevere’s mood finally softened. Unfortunately, only Guinevere understood and Larisa didn’t catch the Laranian language.
Larisa, who had saved the vendor with her reactions, started walking along the beach, holding a non-spicy skewer in one hand and Guinevere’s hand in the other.
“Can you let go of my hand?”
“Alright.”
Guinevere, understanding Larisa’s fear of being abandoned, decided not to let go of her hand until the child chose to release it herself.
As they walked along the beach, Larisa finished her skewer and began drawing in the sand with the stick. Looking down at the indecipherable drawing, Guinevere asked,
“What did you draw there?”
“It’s William and Mother.”
Guinevere, looking down at the sand, said,
“Let me try.”
Then she added two small circles resembling snowmen between the drawings of William and Guinevere.
“This is you.”
“Me?”
“You should be there too. This tiny thing is Larisa Rodante.”
“But why am I just a circle?”
“I hope you eat well and get round.”
“Hmph.”
Before long, Larisa let go of Guinevere’s hand and started playing with the sand with both hands.
Guinevere casually sat down on the beach, watching Larisa play. Larisa adapted quickly, forgetting her fear and immersing herself in building sandcastles.
Even as the waves kept crashing and destroying her painstakingly built sandcastles, Larisa didn’t frown but burst out laughing instead.
Her hastily built sand towers were repeatedly destroyed and rebuilt by the waves, as if she were competing with the sea.
‘No wonder William likes her.’
That thought struck Guinevere. Larisa was a lovable child. Even to her own eyes, she was already endearing.
The Larisa she knew was mostly lifeless. Since she didn’t pay much attention after their marriage, she mostly saw Larisa only after she fell ill.
So, she hadn’t realized how adorable Larisa could be.
Perhaps William kept resetting time to the moment they first met to preserve this loveliness.
‘I’m sorry, Larisa. To you too.’
Especially in the last ten years, Guinevere had been terrible to her.
‘Please let me go, Lady Rodante.’
Larisa’s frail voice echoed in her memory.
‘For William.’
Larisa, struggling with each word, continued her descent towards death. For ten years, Guinevere kept her dying, coldly saying,
‘I can’t. My son wants you.’
She remembered the despair in Larisa’s eyes. Trapped in a hell with no end in sight, Larisa couldn’t resist.
‘You’ve suffered ten years in hell, so for at least ten years, I wish you could be happier than anyone else.’
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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