One Day My Sister Died - Chapter 16
Clard strode over to the console attached to the wall, pulled out medicine from a drawer, and chewed and swallowed it.
After twisting his neck a couple of times, he placed his hand on his head with trembling hands like someone who had taken medicine, and glared fiercely at Yuan.
“Just because my body is in pieces doesn’t mean I’m that much of a [censored].”
His bloodshot eyes stared at her as if piercing through.
As if asking if she still wanted the first night even after seeing him in this state.
White teeth showed between his long, torn lips.
When the pain is too much, sometimes you laugh like a madman.
She knew that all too well.
“Go ahead.”
The man, who was like a blackened, burnt mansion himself, suppressed his pain and smiled, stretching the corners of his mouth even longer. He looked like a distantly fallen angel.
Yuan stopped blankly admiring for a moment and put down the candlestick she was holding on a nearby table.
“Keep going. Do what you can.”
She clenched her jaw and carefully approached him.
The stiff, tangled dark brown skin.
His face suppressing the pain rising moment by moment and his clenched jaw appeared in turn.
‘I can heal this.’
That is pain itself.
It’s not that he has some disease, but the pain itself is visibly rising.
She felt like she had read about similar symptoms somewhere before.
As her eyes probed him as if examining a patient with a skin disease, she heard Clard laugh as if finding her amusing.
“What are you doing? Should I undress for you first?”
“T-take it off.”
“What?”
It was time to check if that hideous thing had spread all over his body.
Yuan, who had been tracing the skin between his loosely undone nightgown with her gaze, gathered her courage.
“…I said take it off.”
Clard, whom she carefully looked up at, had a face that had suddenly been covered with shame that had been suppressed by pain.
[This is the timeline separator]The deposed prince, who had been frozen for a while, began to laugh, shaking his shoulders.
He laughed with choked sounds, shaking his hair that had turned like faded fallen leaves, then suddenly raised his head and threw off his already half-undone nightgown.
As soon as his body, blackened by pain, was revealed, he strode over to Yuan. And when Yuan didn’t avoid him, he raised an eyebrow.
With that subtly rippling gaze Yuan had seen in the carriage that day.
“You’re bearing it quite well?”
Yuan stared at him without answering.
His eyes, distorted by pain, were twinkling as they searched for a new source of interest.
“How about it. Should we do more? Should I do more for you?”
The deposed prince snarled more fiercely.
Yuan walked past him to the console where medicine packets were scattered. A crystal wine glass, which seemed to have been drunk to forget the pain, was carelessly placed there. It was more than half full of yellowish liquor.
Yuan grabbed it and abruptly held it out to the deposed prince.
Yuan was trembling so severely that the contents of the wine glass were sloshing.
Her heart felt like it would burst.
“Drink this.”
The deposed prince approached with an amused look and took the wine glass.
“Fine. Try to kill me instead.”
He looked certain that Yuan had put something in the wine glass.
But he didn’t throw the glass or spill the wine, instead bringing the glass to his lips while staring straight into her eyes.
“As if this little poison could…”
As soon as he drank the wine, pain seemed to strike him, and Clard let out a groan and sneer simultaneously.
Yuan carefully approached and reached out her hand.
Following his head that momentarily hesitated and drew back as if to refuse, she extended her hand further and wiped the corner of his mouth with her hand.
At the same time, she absorbed a tiny bit of his pain.
Along the path of Yuan’s fingers wiping away the wine drops, smooth, white skin like marble was slightly revealed.
Yuan blankly stared at his face, free of pain.
An unbelievably sparkling and beautiful face was revealed before Yuan’s eyes.
It was only for a moment that his red eyes, which had been glistening with pain, found their true color and revealed dazzling purple irises.
It was only for an instant, but Yuan had met the eyes of the most normal Clard Yufris.
“This is…”
Clard had also noticed the momentary change.
His face, or rather his head, would have become clear and his mind sharp, as if he had splashed cold water on himself, since she had briefly absorbed the pain there.
His eyes, which had been glistening with madness, opened wide and stared at Yuan like she was a ghost.
And soon, his enormous body tilted forward. It was the same reaction as those she had secretly treated for the past 10 years.
If Yuan wished, instead of pain, the other person would briefly lose consciousness or fall asleep. This was also the reason why her treatment method hadn’t been discovered by people for 10 years.
Yuan quickly caught the unconscious Clard, and grunting, dragged him to the corner bed and laid him down.
And soon she burst out with the groan she had been holding back.
“Heuheuk-!”
Pain as if her brain was tangled and pulling itself.
Headaches striking like shallow lightning moment by moment.
Pain like her whole face was burning hot and her skin was being sanded off came over her.
Yuan buried her face in the blanket next to Clard, gasping for breath. Only after stuffing the edge of the blanket in her mouth and wailing for a long time did the pain slowly subside.
To think that just a small taste of the pain was this much.
Yuan looked down at the sleeping Clard with her face drenched in sweat.
Under the moonlight peeking through the curtains, a beautiful man like an exquisitely crafted jewel was sleeping with a peaceful face.
The dark aura of pain, spreading like a plague, was trying to creep up from his neck towards his face again, but he would be peaceful at least for tonight.
Yuan traced the face of the man who must have lived in pain every night just like herself.
The skin of the man, wiped clean of his hideous appearance from earlier, was smooth and so white it was almost transparent.
She couldn’t believe she had entered the tiger’s den out of a moment’s compassion when she had her own problems to deal with.
But considering the previous situation where she would have been driven out even if she had done nothing, it might not have been a bad choice.
Yuan, who had been breathing heavily, stared at Clard’s face for a long time before trying to clear her hazy mind.
‘I need to go back…’
Her body collapsed like a paper doll at the terrible pain she had experienced for the first time in days.
[This is the timeline separator]He didn’t have a nightmare.
It was the first time since the ninth bride entered the mansion.
Clard frowned at the sunlight pouring directly onto his face as he shook his strangely lightened head.
…Did I draw the curtains?
As he sat blankly, trying to recall the memories of the previous night, the bedroom door suddenly burst open without warning.
There was only one person who would dare to do such a thing in this mansion.
“What is this I’m hearing? Clard. What on earth happened?”
It was none other than Lancelot Lev.
Judging by his pale blue face, he must have seen a mouse as thick as an arm while tying up horses in the stable.
Behind Lancelot, who had rushed in in a fluster, Eddie Lev, Lancelot’s older brother and the eldest son of the Lev marquis family, entered together.
Eddie Lev, who was no less tall than Lancelot, stood with his arms folded and his mouth tightly shut.
Seeing his caramel-colored eyes behind rimless glasses quite firmly set, something must have happened.
“What’s all this commotion about.”
“Hey, you look better? Huh? When did you stop playing coy and embrace a woman?”
“What?”
Frowning at Lancelot’s untimely fuss, wondering if he was really talking to him, Clard got out of bed.
After irritably drawing the curtains again, he looked around the darkened room.
The items that were always messily scattered in the morning were in their proper places. For a moment, cold blood ran down his spine.
“They say you consummated the marriage last night, and proved it to the imperial family at dawn? That your ninth wife has decided to stay here permanently?”
“What?”
“The imperial family said they would fully recognize your ninth bride instead of finding a tenth bride. They must have been waiting for your contact, given how quickly they sent a reply.”
The day after the nightmares he had started having again after the ninth bride entered ended.
Clard found himself facing a situation more nightmarish than the nightmares themselves.
“The butler said he pretended not to hear the sounds coming from this room last night, and even dismissed all the servants staying in the rooms by the stairs. Just how amazing of a night did you have?”
[This is the timeline separator]While Lancelot teased him with a grin, Clard paced around the bedroom for a long time.
Eddie had been watching Clard with a serious face without saying a word since entering the room.
The foggy mind and stabbing headaches that plagued him daily were noticeably reduced in intensity and frequency this morning. So it wasn’t too difficult to recall the previous night with that clear mind.
Recalling the familiar night full of pain, what came to mind was that the door suddenly opened, and a black and white woman in a very defenseless outfit entered from outside.
Yuan Peliesse. The uninvited guest called his ninth wife.
‘I-I waited a long time because it’s the consummation proof period, but you didn’t come…’
-Bang!
Clard’s fist slammed hard on the table.
Now the memories were starting to creep back.
In such an unforgivable outfit, she broke into his room and even offered him a drink and then…
What did they do?
The hazy memories began to mix randomly.
The images that came to mind were of the woman’s nearly naked appearance.
The frightened face of the woman.
Himself throwing off his nightgown.
And…
‘Prove your worth.’
‘Take it off.’
‘You’re bearing it quite well?’
‘How about it. Should we do more? Should I do more for you?’
Outrageous lines supporting the absurd rumors.
“Butler!”
At the sharp shout, the butler Gustav, who came running immediately, had an unpleasantly flushed face.
Beside him, Lancelot started whistling.
Clard growled with an even more sensitive look.
“Why is your face so red, old man?”
“Pardon? It’s nothing at all.”
The flushed face of the experienced old butler irritated Clard.
“Explain. What is all this about.”
“What explanation…”
“The consummation proof.”
Gustav blinked for a moment before lowering his voice.
Glancing at Lancelot, who had started humming beside him, and Eddie, who was as stiff as could be, he hesitated whether he should say such things here, and what came out was quite a sight.
“The two of you slept together last night. This morning, madam handed me the blood-stained bedding, and I reported it to the imperial family as is.”
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Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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