Yuan tightly held the pain that never diminished, even if he took it all.
‘She’s gone. Nowhere to go. Did I really want to replace everything?’
‘Husband instead of sister. The black mansion instead of the Felicité Mansion. You probably want to settle for that.’
With his faded blonde hair burying his face, Yuan quietly sobbed.
Forgive me for not taking half of your pain, even though I stayed by your side because I needed you.
Forgive me for thinking that even though you wanted to stay hidden and live peacefully here, you might have killed your sister, and half of the pain you should bear for that thought.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? If you’re sorry, get out right now, ugh…”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Yuan continued to endure the incessant pain until he pulled out the next arrow.
If only he hadn’t insisted on staying here.
If he hadn’t faked the proof of staying here to leave Sesenia behind, the Emperor wouldn’t have come to torment Clad.
So, the pain inflicted on him by the Emperor was Yuan’s, not Clad’s.
The person who should be suffering now was himself.
For the first time in his life, Yuan sincerely thanked the gods for giving him the ability to suffer in place of someone else.
“I’m in pain. Why are you crying?”
“…because you’re family.”
Now Yuan decided to let go of Louise and vowed to do his best for the new family she brought him.
Not to talk about Louise but to sincerely make an effort to get along with him.
Fortunately.
Claude didn’t say sad words like, “Who are you to be my family?”
Instead, he just turned his head away from Yuan, who was wiping his face with his messy hair.
The black mansion left by the Emperor was even busier.
Servants were clearing the rooms where guests had stayed, and people from the palace were removing the decorations from the star hall that had been decorated with people who had come from the palace.
A cart carrying groceries and work clothes for the new hostess was coming into the mansion, creaking.
The stone path, cleared early in the morning, sparkled as if it had just been cleaned.
Yuan, watching the kitchen chef who was processing the venison brought by Emperor Igor, boiled soup and went up to the second floor.
“Why am I not in pain like this?”
As soon as he entered the bedroom, Clad’s muffled voice flew towards Yuan.
Sunlight poured through the curtains she had opened in the dawn. Clad, who covered the sunlight with her hands, frowned as she approached Yuan with a twisted face.
“Tell me why it doesn’t hurt. Explain.”
Claud, who seemed to get up right away, clung to her bandaged side and moaned, holding the bandages tightly wrapped around her waist.
“The wounds are still there. If you move thinking it doesn’t hurt as much as you think, it’ll be difficult.”
Supporting him, Yuan entered the bedroom and sat him down on the bed, placing a tray with a steaming soup bowl on his lap.
Amidst the rising white mist, Claude meticulously examined Yuan’s face. She lowered her gaze with an unheard utensil. The neatly laid-back forehead shimmered gently among the strands of golden hair.
“…You could have refused.”
A voice mixed with self-pity flowed from her pale and dry lips.
Yuan understood what Claude meant by refusal.
The prescription of Felicité she mentioned.
The medicine she gives and the ‘intimate warmth.’
In other words, translated into the terms he imagined, it meant an ‘intense night.’
Now, at this point, would that be annoying?
Yuan suddenly chuckled, looking at Claude, who was worrying about something strange.
“If Your Highness is in such pain, how can I refuse?”
Claude flinched significantly.
Her expression became darker.
Her gaze rose along with the steaming mist and stopped at Yuan’s face.
A narrow face. Slightly drooping eyelashes. A somewhat swollen eyeball and a sunken gaze with a gritty under-eye area scattered in all directions.
“Don’t accept everything. Refuse if it hurts.”
“?”
As soon as he finished saying that, Claude abruptly turned her head. Yuan stared at her finely carved side profile for a while, then whispered.
“It’s nothing.”
The habit of saying it’s okay, Yuan, who looked at Claude’s complicated side profile for a long time, turned his gaze away.
Even though he took all the pain of a man, he felt like he was committing a sin.
‘You have nothing to worry about.’
Yuan used his ability out of his own will.
A crime he intruded into Claude’s peaceful life.
“I’m doing it because I like it, so don’t worry too much. That way, I feel better too.”
“Is that so?”
After saying that, Claude turned her head sharply. Yuan, who had cut his gaze with a sculpted piece of his side face, looked at her for a while and averted his eyes.
He clearly felt like he was committing a sin for intervening in his life, which would have been peaceful if it weren’t for him.
Claude’s face turned even redder as she looked at Yuan saying it was okay. It wasn’t just embarrassment, but her face was a mix of shame and confusion.
As if determined, Claude tensed her jaw and asked.
“…I can’t help but lose my memory, right?”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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