Doha’s warm palm rose over Haeyeon’s hand, which tightly gripped the edge of her clothes. Comforting each other, Haeyeon gradually calmed her heart.
Doha was this kind of person. Even just being under the same sky was comforting.
After the traffic accident, Haeyeon and Doha had spent a whole year together. However, as her recovered memories were added, Haeyeon trembled at Doha’s body temperature and skin anew.
It wasn’t because of the time they spent together, but because it was unbelievable how she could forget the time they had shared. Especially the time spent in the hospital after the accident had vividly bloomed.
Although it was a short time, every day after the accident, they looked at each other, and during that time, they could be more tender, more affectionate, and more honest with each other than all the time they had spent together before.
To have forgotten that time. Like a handful of insignificant dirt. Haeyeon lifted her head.
Perhaps because of the flickering light, Doha’s pupils looked especially dark.
“…….”
“…….”
Slowly detaching their bodies, they silently faced each other. Feeling Haeyeon’s breath becoming steady, Doha cautiously asked.
“Are you okay? Is there anywhere hurting? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
Without giving her time to answer, he poured out questions. Disjointed but consistent, the content was all about worrying for Haeyeon’s well-being.
“I already told you. I’m really okay, Mr. Doha.”
Trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, she answered in a louder voice, but Doha, without saying anything, hugged Haeyeon again with force.
With Haeyeon calling him in surprise, Doha, with arms that were excessively tight, called her.
“Mr. Doha.”
“Just a little more. …Let’s stay like this a little longer.”
Doha pressed his body tightly with no room to spare, and it was a feeble, trembling tone. It was trembling.
Unlike Haeyeon, who showed a somewhat stable reaction, Doha still hadn’t escaped from the past.
“I was worried. I thought you might go somewhere else.”
“…….”
After being discharged from the hospital, when Haeyeon was about to send her home alone, Doha was lost in various thoughts.
Because he didn’t know exactly how Haeyeon was, he couldn’t help but be surprised when she said she would go home too seriously.
Haeyeon seemed to have no regrets. Even though he thought there was no way she would leave him, Doha’s anxiety didn’t stop.
That’s why he could come running like this.
A while ago, Haeyeon was like a person drowning in water, gasping for breath and crying. When he saw that, goosebumps ran down Doha’s forearm to his fingertips.
“Haeyeon. I won’t stop you from crying. But don’t cry alone.”
Why did he ask her not to cry alone so desperately? Haeyeon barely held back her tears.
“……Yes.”
On Doha’s firm chest, Haeyeon buried her face. She wanted to express her overflowing emotions, but she didn’t know what to say.
How could she explain it? The words in her heart, all of them.
“You don’t have to force yourself to say anything if you don’t want to.”
There was a sense of awkwardness.
When she received the first pregnancy gift, Haeyeon, who couldn’t express herself properly even then, was the same with Doha.
Doha, who claims to understand everything, is still here now.
What more could be needed? Even if he doesn’t fully express my feelings, there is someone who understands by my side.
Haeyeon, with a choked throat, knew that now was the time to say those words.
Unlike herself, who knows the current situation of the two, and what happened, Doha didn’t know many things.
So now she has to tell him. To not lose more and not hide anymore.
As Haeyeon was about to part her lips, she saw Doha’s hand holding her back, and in this situation, she still noticed Doha’s meticulous effort to hide the scars on his sleeve.
Haeyeon closed her eyes tightly, then opened them.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Doha.”
“What… Haeyeon.”
Although it was an unfinished sentence, Haeyeon knew that Doha understood what she meant.
Even knowing that, her attempt to avoid was pitiful, and Haeyeon reached out and cupped Doha’s cheek before he could stop her.
And before Doha could stop her, she undid his clothes. Doha, who was taken aback, stiffened with a held breath, but Haeyeon didn’t stop.
Looking at Doha, who gathered his forehead in a stiff state, Haeyeon lowered her gaze.
With trembling hands, Haeyeon touched Doha’s exposed skin. The scars on his muscular abdomen, which were revealed by her touch, would naturally furrow the brows of anyone who saw them, but Haeyeon didn’t.
“Did it hurt a lot?”
“No, not at all.”
With the indifferent answer, Haeyeon ran her hands down his scarred abdomen from top to bottom.
Following her touch, Haeyeon tried to soothe the twitching muscles, and Doha finally grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
“It tickles.”
Putting her hand on Haeyeon’s tearful hand, Doha lightly closed his eyes and smiled.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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