Every time his hair turned red, a sense of someone came to her mind.
Cloé’s face, filled with distress, wrinkled. Despite flipping through her memories desperately, nothing came to her.
“Enoch!”
At that moment, a voice pierced into her muffled ears.
“Enoch, come quickly!”
While fireworks still lit up the sky, and people around were busy cheering, why could only that person’s voice be heard so clearly?
“Enoch…?”
It was a familiar name.
Enoch.
Once the name of a world-renowned opera singer, and in the kingdom, it was a trend to name baby boys Enoch.
However, the reason that the name sounded familiar was not because of that.
“Enoch, Enoch Kyung, right?”
“Well, yes, I know. Enoch Kyung will repay the peace. No matter how grand it is.”
In a very distant and long-forgotten past, during the height of the war between the Valront Kingdom and the Freeid Empire.
Appearing in front of Cloé, who had volunteered as a nurse on the battlefield, was a knight.
“Enoch!”
Realizing an important fact, Cloé immediately shouted. Kun, who had been gazing at the sky with a carefree expression all along, finally lowered his head.
Holding onto her sleeves tightly in case the other person might escape, she continued to raise her voice.
“Enoch, right? It’s the answer to the question you asked me on the battlefield that day, about how I knew you. You asked how I, a nurse, knew the knights on the battlefield. It was because the Enoch you mentioned, who was with me at that time on the battlefield, was none other than Kun!”
Finally, it clicked.
Enoch.
Sharing the same face as Kun, but with a different hair color.
Perhaps due to the subtle differences in appearance and memories, the Enoch from her recollection seemed a bit more mature, making it difficult to easily recognize them as the same person.
Moreover, the connection with Enoch was already from a distant past, and since Kun had not revealed the Emperor’s appearance until now, it made it even more challenging.
“Well, who is Enoch? It’s a bit frustrating for my wife to confuse me with another man.”
“Don’t be silly! Kun, you are Enoch, right?”
“Enoch, you say. Dear wife, get your husband’s name right. Your husband is not Enoch but Kun Freeid.”
As expected, Kun continued to feign ignorance.
However, Cloé knew. A man clearly states that the answer is not incorrect to avoid minor misunderstandings.
Currently, Kun did not deny being Enoch but pretended not to know Enoch’s identity.
In other words, Cloé’s words were truthful.
She squinted her eyes and scanned the other person.
“The red-haired knight who came to the barracks during the war, Enoch, is the current Kun, right?”
Cloé succinctly summarized the content to ensure that Kun could not pretend to be ignorant.
With facts laid out in order and arranged accurately from one to ten, Kun had nowhere to retreat. Eventually, Kun, who had both hands and feet raised, smiled subtly.
“Why would the Emperor of a war-torn country be in a mere princess’s barracks…? And that too, hiding his identity…”
“You don’t need to know about the past. There’s nothing good about digging into the details of the past.”
As Cloé, who was trying to resolve the next curiosity after hitting the right answer fiercely, was promptly blocked.
Kun’s firm refusal to share, feeling suspicious, stimulated Cloé’s curiosity.
“There’s nothing wrong with knowing everything. It could be a precious opportunity to know about the real first meeting with your husband.”
Finally, she naturally replied. Whether she resembled someone or not, it was a rhetoric that made it impossible for the other person to ignore without speaking.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Later, when?”
“When you can fully embrace me. There’s nothing good about realizing that I’m a crazier person than you imagined.”
“Who is this person?”
“Crazy man.”
“Okay, crazy… What does Kun mean by crazy?”
“What do you mean? Obviously, a crazy man in love.”
In reality, Kun wanted to cover up the entire past story.
The sinister intention that he tried to kidnap Cloé. And the truth that he surrendered to the trivial emotion of love, abandoning his long-cherished ambition, and chose her.
With Kun making such a fuss, fortunately, Cloé also withdrew obediently. She concluded the story with a perplexed expression, as if looking at a truly crazy person.
The momentarily paused fireworks started again. Since they said there would be three in total, this might be the last one.
Boom!
A loud sound caught the intertwined gazes of the two. Cloé, distracted by the splendid fireworks, refocused her attention.
On the contrary, Kun admired the beautiful colors spreading like watercolor in her blue pupils. Then, as the blue fireworks began to explode, he put his arm into his coat.
“Cloé.”
From the pocket of his coat, he took out a small square case.
The whisper didn’t reach her ears amidst the loud fireworks.
“My Empress.”
It was the same this time.
Smiling as if he knew it would be like this, Kun opened the case. After taking the neatly displayed ring in the center, he pulled his arm, attached to his waist, toward me.
“My Cinderella.”
Only then did Cloé seem to hear Kun’s voice.
Her attempt to ask what was happening was quickly silenced. Instead, an astonished exclamation escaped her lips.
With marriage voting and wedding preparations, it was a busy time, and there were many things to take care of. Due to their hectic schedules, the only time the busy couple had together was during bedtime. Because of this, the proposal was naturally omitted.
Even though they were lovers who had promised a future together, the common proposal that everyone does hadn’t happened between the two.
Feeling uneasy about this fact, Kun secretly devised a cute plan.
“Thank you for deciding to spend a lifetime with me. You can’t imagine how much it touched me, my lovely wife.”
A voice so simple that you would want to hear it repeatedly, and an arrogant tone that didn’t quite match.
The man, who was staring at Cloé with glowing red eyes, finally took her hand.
She was gently led as if dancing, and soon found herself embraced in a cozy hug.
“I love you, Cloé.”
Boom!
A large flower adorned the sky. Unbeknownst to them, the end had come, and it splendidly decorated the finale.
It was an elegant violet flame, a combination of red and blue.
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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