Despite the bone-chilling cold, Yuan stubbornly remained standing. She had lost sensation in her toes. The eerie wind, whistling through the crevices of the black mansion, sounded cold and desolate.
‘Whooooosh—.’
‘Louise.’
Staring at the tightly closed iron gate, Yuan called out to Louise in her mind.
‘I was brought here by you, so I’ll consider this place my home.’
Even if the former prince was as terrifying as rumored.
Even if he sought her life.
She had left the house she had protected all her life and the people who were closest to family.
Did Louise wait here, hoping for her husband? Or did she, as the rumors said, rot and wither under his gaze, worsening her condition?
Dark clouds brought a purplish-black darkness. The night’s tide, rolling in from the distant winter forest, swiftly covered the white snowfield.
Long after nightfall.
The door remained closed.
Tightly wrapping her thin cloak, Yuan stopped watching the small slit of light from a second-floor window.
Standing on flat ground felt like standing alone on a cliff’s edge.
After a while, Yuan, feeling half-frozen, dragged herself into the coach, absent of horses or a coachman. Sitting and curling up brought a pain like her frozen body was cracking.
A chilling sensation, whether from the cold or something else, tore at her skin.
‘This is nothing.’
Compared to the decade she had spent submerged in a sea of pain.
‘This is really nothing.’
Yuan repeated those words like a fervent prayer and closed her eyes.
The eerie wind, spilling from the mansion, followed her into the coach, scratching at her ears. Curled up, Yuan quickly fell asleep to the sound of that wind, like a lullaby. In her dream, she lay dead next to Louise.
On a cold winter night.
It was a forest that no one visited, blanketed in white.
The winter night was harsh on everyone.
Only a few servants remained in the mansion.
Thick groans of pain, suppressed and endured, seeped out of the bedroom.
The howling snowstorm outside mingled with the groans, indistinguishable from the cries of a suffering beast.
A spine-chilling voice that sounded both like one and not like one.
The cries, akin to monsters howling, kept erupting.
“Your Highness, please open the door.”
Outside Clade’s bedroom stood Doctor Hile, recently arrived from the capital Ciello, holding his medical bag.
Sounds of Clade banging his head against the bedpost to endure the pain emanated from inside the room.
Hile paced anxiously but hesitated to open the door and enter.
“Your Highness—”
“Damn it, get lost!”
The voice, pushed to its limits of sensitivity, leaked out. It was a desperate cry, clear even through the thick door.
“Please, tell me your symptoms in detail! Let me in!”
Bang—!
The door, which seemed like it would never open, finally did, much to Hile’s dismay.
As soon as the door opened, the stench of rotting animal carcasses hit Hile’s nose, numbing it.
Stunned by the foul smell, he flinched as a huge shadow loomed on the floor.
Hile slowly looked up, unable to scream or even open his mouth.
“I told you to get lost, didn’t I.”
The figure in the dark room was more beast-like than human.
The hair, now like trampled autumn leaves, and everything below, showed no human color.
The eyes, red and swollen with burst blood vessels, were barely distinguishable from the whites.
The corners of the mouth, bloodied from biting in pain, appeared one by one in Hile’s view.
It was hard even to call it a mouth.
Was this what a human-shaped wooden doll, burned and turned to charcoal, would look like?
Or a decayed corpse dug out from a pit?
The once relatively unharmed half of the former prince had now completely vanished. He was a living embodiment of death itself.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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