The young Jaeha saw those children like that.
Most of them couldn’t easily stop crying.
For a brief moment, they found peace in the arms of those who took care of them, precisely, those who left them in unfamiliar places, or, more accurately, abandoned them, forgetting their parents. But such moments were short-lived.
Before falling asleep, upon waking up, or even during play, they often burst into sudden, sorrowful cries.
It was the same for infants who hadn’t started speaking yet and for those who precisely uttered the word ‘Mom.’ All were the same.
Eunjo heard a volunteer saying that young children or those who haven’t started talking easily forget the smell of their mothers.
Mother’s scent?
Young Jaeha chuckled. The scent of his mother?
Of course, after a certain amount of time, children often forget not only the scent but even the face. However, the boy had no such memories from the beginning.
Jaeha came to the sunflower hill as a newborn.
The surname ‘Kwon’ followed the priest, and the name ‘Jaeha’ was given by the priest and the nun after consultation.
On a day so cold that it was quite miraculous that he didn’t freeze to death, as the nun mentioned, she stroked Jaeha’s head with a dignified air.
The nun explained that even though he was abandoned, the blanket that wrapped the baby was too thin. It was winter.
The boy, who was exceptionally smart and learned about the world early enough to think he might have wanted to die rather than be abandoned, even considered that.
The head nun found out that Jaeha was smarter than other children when he was about four years old. So, she arranged for a college student volunteer to help him.
The diligent college student came to the sunflower hill for three years until she graduated, devoting herself to Jaeha’s studies.
[Especially, he quickly understands numbers and is really smart. Please help him read many books, as the sister kindly assists.]Jaeha couldn’t forget the face of the older sister who said that.
It was unfortunate, pitiful [Dash] like the glances of others before. However, seven-year-old Jaeha was not just an ignorant child.
He had already learned about the world, people’s emotions, and the meaning of the glances sent to him too soon.
It was a parting.
A paper bag containing a backpack was handed to the boy’s hand, who lowered his head.
It was a situation where it was okay to cry, but he had followed his sister well and seemed to have matured over time.
The young boy, keeping his lips tightly closed, did not cry.
With reddened eyes, he just stared at the back of his college student sister who turned around. Though ‘for a while’ was undoubtedly going to be ‘forever,’ he endured his tears.
[…….]When he met Eunjo, he was ten years old.
A girl with cute clothes, smiling with an even cuter face, giving a handshake to the boy, looking up at her with a grin.
Standing from a distance, Jaeha didn’t smile. He didn’t return the greeting. He would see her again. They would live together from now on.
Jaeha knew better than anyone about the future of the children entering the director nun’s room on Sunflower Hill.
Among the parents who brought their children, about nineteen out of twenty left the child in the room and departed. What’s more amusing is that immediately, the child who left the room holding their parent’s hand would return shortly afterward in most cases.
Jaeha waited for the girl who entered the director’s office for a long time.
And as expected, a woman came out alone, the girl’s mother. Her tearful escape with a Parisian face spoke volumes about the girl’s future.
Sure enough, the crying girl soon came out, led by the head nun.
Now, the nun would show the child the room where they would stay. Despite being old, she would give the best doll and, after stopping the tears, would offer a sweet castella when holding the doll.
Dry-eyed, Jaeha, with a slightly parched mouth, walked slowly towards the open office of the head nun.
[Damn money is the enemy. He has a face that must have been quite handsome before the illness. How pitiful. Even without a husband, he must have had a lot of money; he would fix his sickness and even fix his lameness twelve times.]The aunty helping with the housekeeping on Sunflower Hill clicked her tongue.
Despite the head nun’s warning to be careful about what she said, Jaeha understood that the aunty’s words were right.
It had been a consistent phrase over the past ten years. Whether it was the nuns, volunteers, one, two, or three of them, or even mutterings adults often made.
‘If only there was money.’
Money. If there was money, there would be neither separation nor tears. He turned away, murmuring.
Turning around, the boy with a similar floral dress to his own saw a girl coming out holding a doll.
[Oh, Jaeha! A new sibling arrived. Want to say hello?]Yes [Dash], Jaeha nodded, but the baby girl, not in the mood, was sucking her thumb.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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