Yu-An felt her tongue stiffen as she looked up at the ‘monster’, Prince Clade Euphris. His face was as hideous and painful to look at as the rumors suggested.

Biting her tongue to suppress a scream, Yu-An checked if her own limbs had shriveled or her body was decaying, then finally dared to fully look at his face. Once she faced him directly, she could see more than just his grotesque half-face.

Disheveled golden hair. Eyelids lazily half-closed, revealing eyes that shone like expensive amethysts. Dark shadows under the eyes and pale skin.

A sharply cut nose and lips firmly closed in a straight line.

Despite the sensitive aura, the intact half of his face was not just normal, but even beautiful.

It was then that Yu-An noticed not his appearance, but his gaze.

It was impossible not to feel that needle-like gaze directed at her.

Such a hostile look was something she hadn’t experienced since her rude cousins.

Yu-An instantly understood the meaning of that gaze.

‘There’s no place for you here.’

A very familiar look she had received for about ten years.

“It’s my first time meeting you. I am Yu-An Euphris.”

At the end of what seemed like an eternity of silence, Yu-An managed to articulate the words from her stiff mouth.

Her voice trembled terribly, her fingertips seemed about to crumble, and she couldn’t even sit up properly.

The man, as if unconcerned with whatever she said, just stepped further into the carriage.

As if trying to show more of his face.

Yu-An was momentarily startled, but she didn’t recoil or frown.

Was this his test? To see if she could endure him?

Was he trying to scare her with just a half-disfigured face after she had faced demons face-to-face for ten long years?

Yu-An steeled herself against his clearly dismissive gaze.

She couldn’t return to the hell that was her former home.

“Please, let me in the house. It’s so… cold.”

It was heartfelt.

All she could do with her frozen body was dwell on the terrible memories of the Euphris mansion and thoughts of Louise.

She didn’t want that.

She wanted to ask how and why Louise died.

If this man was responsible for Louise’s death, she wanted to curse him; if not, she wanted to live painlessly in her new home.

The man had no response.

His cold, indifferent face showed no hint of a ripple, just sending out a cruel gaze.

Words like ‘come in’ or ‘aren’t you cold?’ seemed impossible to come from his lips.

In that suffocating and chilly silence.

Lips that seemed rough and parched appeared to multiply in her blurred vision.

It was fortunate. Blurred by the tears, the words she had repeated like a prayer through the night came out easily.

“I won’t go back home.”

Did you kill Louise?

Did you kill my sister?

Are you my enemy or family?

The words she had resolved to say upon meeting him crumbled in the face of the warmth of a person she hadn’t felt in days.

The desire to enter a warm place and not to upset the man’s mood took over her reasoning, moving her tongue on its own.

“Don’t leave me like this.”

Her voice, close to pleading, poured out.

The instinct to live clung to the man’s eyes, which fluttered ever so slightly as she reached out her hand, rather than the hard face that seemed ready to dismiss her at any moment.

“Please… don’t abandon me.”

Ultimately, her body, pushed to its limit, begged for its well-being through her lips, instead of questioning about Louise’s death.

Her nearly frozen hands, far from blaming the cowardly thoughts, desperately clung to the warmth in front of her.

Instinctively, Yu-An reached out more desperately.

The man neither answered nor extended his hand to her.

It didn’t matter.

As long as he was there, she could reach out anywhere.
Yu-An’s hand, which had tightly grasped the wrinkle-free robe of Prince Clade, dropped limply after a few seconds.

For a long while, she felt a terrible sensation sweeping across her body, alternating between extreme cold and heat.

Yu-An suddenly opened her eyes, trying to escape the sensation of her parched and cracking palate. A sharp light hit her retinas directly.

“It’s hot…….”

She blinked her dim eyes several times, trying to adjust to the light of the elegant chandelier on the ceiling.

After staring blankly for a while, Yu-An realized with a start that she wasn’t in the carriage and turned her head in shock.

“Are you awake?”

A young maid, with dark brown hair and faint freckles across her nose, was tidying up the wood by the fireplace. She was a petite girl.

After calling out loudly to someone outside, the maid added a couple of dry logs to the fireplace and then approached Yu-An.

As Yu-An looked around, blinking, the maid carefully helped her sit up.

The maid quickly brought a glass of water from the bedside and gave it to Yu-An, who gratefully drank it. Her terrible thirst was quenched, making her vision feel clearer.

Yu-An was lying on a bed.

A bed with a warm cotton blanket.

Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)

One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.

Synopsis:

Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.

Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.

Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.

Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.

There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.