“This… What on earth…”
She couldn’t continue any further.
Seolwon’s lips remained agape, frozen in place.
A scene she had never imagined, unfolded before her eyes.
Even though she was witnessing it directly, it was difficult to believe the sight before her.
It might not have been considered a mere warehouse, but what reflected in her eyes was beyond the category that an ordinary person could think of.
Shrine.
The first word that came to mind was that.
This space, spanning only a few pyeong, seemed like a place created to commemorate someone.
And perhaps, the target was Seolwon herself.
Leaving Secretary Jung behind, Seolwon stepped inside as if enchanted.
Despite being clearly locked for a long time, it felt well-maintained with a meticulous touch.
The neatly painted gray walls exuded a cold yet tidy atmosphere.
There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, but it seemed unnecessary to turn it on.
Thanks to the small window facing the garden, the interior was not at all dark.
Quickly surveying the inside, the structure was simple.
With the door in the middle, on one side, there was a wooden table, and on the opposite side, there was a makeshift sofa.
On the table, various miscellaneous items were placed.
They were all familiar to her.
Of course, everything belonged to her.
Seolwon’s fingertips hesitantly touched those things.
The first thing she touched was a photo of herself placed in the middle of the table.
Probably the only identification photo that Kwon Chaeha could have obtained.
How many times had she welcomed him here, in this space where the photo was stiffly fixed?
To casually estimate, the time that was absent from her memories seemed quite long.
Slowly shifting her gaze, next to the photo, she saw the maternity notebook she had left behind.
It had been hidden deep in the wardrobe after being stolen once by Huh Young-joo.
It was also something Seolwon herself had forgotten in the haste of her departure.
Chaeha must have discovered this.
It brought to mind the incident when he quickly grasped the existence of the universe.
Once again, shifting her gaze, various miscellaneous items were neatly placed in one corner.
The cardigan, bag, hairband that I put in the car on the day I disappeared…
To organize these fake artifacts so systematically left her speechless.
Beyond obsession, there was an overwhelming determination conveyed from the items touched by Seolwon’s fingertips.
A depth of sorrow beyond description.
“Why on earth…”
Seolwon’s eyes, which were muttering listlessly, suddenly focused on another item placed at the corner of the table.
It was a transparent glass dome that didn’t suit this place at all.
“What is this? Why is it here…”
Looking inside, there was an unidentifiable object in it.
Although dried up in a faded color, it seemed to be highly cherished.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a form where something ran along a long stem.
Perhaps because of its shape.
It seemed like a very faint scent of flowers, and suddenly such a thought crossed my mind.
Instinctively, Seolwon brought her nose closer to smell.
The faint fragrance she just smelled strangely stimulated her sense of smell, mixed with the dry air.
She was certain. There was only one identity for this.
“…… A flower?”
Indeed. Inside the glass dome was nothing other than a flower and its stem.
About one flower in total.
The method of preserving a bouquet like this by drying it was something she had seen a lot while working.
But it didn’t seem intentionally made like this.
Rather than delicately dried, it seemed more appropriate to say that it had rotted without overcoming the passage of time.
She hoped it wouldn’t wither, but the ultimately withered sadness was felt inside this glass dome.
“……. ”
Seolwon cautiously opened the dome lid with a delicate touch and raised a few petals.
Then they instantly crumbled in her hands.
At that moment, Seolwon realized. Instinctively, she knew it in that moment.
This flower was an Eunbangul flower.
The day she first met Chae-ha, the flower I accidentally bumped into and dropped while falling.
…Could this flower in front of me be that same flower from that time?
It seemed absurd, but she was convinced in her heart that it was true.
She now understood the reason he said his favorite flower was the ‘Eunbangul’ flower.
Wasn’t the reason they first met this flower?
It was increasingly unbelievable.
Kwon Chaeha, a man who knew so much meaning in such a flower.
He remembered the meaning of the forgotten Eunbangul flower so vividly.
Due to the swaying wind, Seolwon unknowingly sat down on the sofa.
The sofa was harder than she thought.
Judging by the presence of a sofa inside, Seolwon guessed that someone had been sitting here for a long time, and she stared straight ahead.
Unexpectedly, she could see a window right from this spot.
Gazing through the window with a hint of reluctance, Seolwon realized another important fact.
The garden looked very well from here.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
