Returning to the annex and looking at the piled fabric, wrinkles naturally formed on my forehead.
“I somehow feel duped.”
I had not never sewn before.
“During the bright summer of my fifth grade in elementary school, I sewed a hole in a sock with the needlework I learned at school, and put a baseball inside the sock.”
And I was slapped on the back by my grandmother, and needlework was permanently forbidden.
“It seems like I haven’t done it at all.”
Can I really make clothes for Danmokbi?
But if I refuse, Danmokbi would have to wear tattered clothes forever. I couldn’t allow that.
“He’s been eating well lately and has grown a lot. The clothes are starting to get short.”
Short clothes for a growing sprout. It was a sin. I picked up the thread with a determined expression.
“Okay. Let’s try it once.”
Making all the clothes was too difficult for a beginner.
“Perhaps it would be better to make loose outerwear to cover the short clothes?”
But when I was about to make it, I gradually became greedy.
“Wouldn’t it be inferior to make outerwear out of cotton?”
As I was thinking that, I saw the crumpled silvergray silk at the end of my sight. It was always worn by Danmokbi, but today it had to be washed, so I had kept it in my room.
“Wouldn’t it be cooler to make outerwear with that?”
If I’m going to do it, I might not even try it twice.
I swallowed my dry spit.
And somehow courageously, I picked up that silvergray silk.
……And now it was.
[This is the time separator]“I’m sorry, Young Master! It was the only silk for you!”
I begged Danmokbi earnestly. Danmokbi’s face turned red as he pulled me to my feet.
“It’s okay, isn’t it? So get up. It’s more uncomfortable for you to do that.”
But I couldn’t easily get up. Because.
“……Isn’t it a precious thing?”
I thought it might be precious to Danmokbi.
At my words, Danmokbi tilted his head.
“A precious thing? Because there’s only one?”
His puzzled expression looked as if he didn’t even know what it meant to be precious.
But that’s just something Danmokbi was unaware of. Doesn’t having only one mean it’s precious?
“It’s a precious thing indeed. Uh, perhaps the, the Lady gave it to you?”
What if the silk was the first gift Danmokbi, who had never been taken care of, ever received? So he never took it off.
‘Ugh! It’s possible! It’s a possible story!’
What sudden courage had surged in me? I trembled like a baby deer as I looked at Danmokbi. Danmokbi laughed in disbelief.
“I don’t have a mother.”
“…….”
With a very calm tone, I was the one who was speechless.
‘There’s no way he doesn’t have a mother.’
Who is born without a mother in this world? Danmokbi doesn’t say that because he doesn’t know that fact.
Even if she’s alive, the relationship with him has ended.
‘But that doesn’t mean he’s not lonely.’
I felt sad imagining how many wounds he had and how many things he had given up to say that.
It was when I was biting my lips hard. Danmokbi smiled and lifted his head.
“Well, if I must say, my family is Yeona.”
“I am…….”
At the unexpected pretty smile, the affectionate tone, I was speechless and stared at Danmokbi. Danmokbi continued to speak with a flawless face.
“So even if it’s clumsy, I like the clothes that Yeona made for me much more.”
His small palm brushed off the fabric of the crooked outer garment I had made. Looking at it, I could see that he treasured it, and I unknowingly clenched my fist.
Danmokbi, who seemed to fold and feel the clothes several times, suddenly took them off. He then affectionately draped them over my shoulders.
“And if possible, I’d like Yeona to wear it. I want to see Yeona dressed beautifully.”
I thought Danmokbi was shorter than me, but unexpectedly, the length of the outer garment fit my arm perfectly. It was when I was unable to refuse or respond due to the sudden change of topic.
Danmokbi answered with a smile that made his eyes crinkle.
“Why talk about silk, I didn’t understand, but it is indeed elegant. The color suits well.”
“……!!”
My heart pounded and raced at the selfless praise. My face flushed red in an instant.
‘Never! The pretty one is you!’
The smile was so dazzling that I was almost blinded. It’s rare to feel awkward just by looking at such a beauty, let alone receiving a reverse tribute.
I quickly stretched out both hands.
“Uh, I get hot easily, so I don’t need to wear it! This is something that someone like the young master can wear, who doesn’t even sweat a drop on a hot day!”
“Where in the world is there someone like that? It fits Yeona perfectly. Yeona, wear it.”
In my hurry to take off the clothes, Danmokbi wrapped and held my hand to stop me. I was surprised by his hand, larger than I thought.
The pitchblack pupils met my gaze straight on.
“And when I grow taller and leave here, I’ll buy lots of pretty clothes that suit well.”
“Young master!”
Overwhelmed by Danmokbi’s lovely words, I eventually teared up. Holding Danmokbi’s hand, I poured out my emotional words.
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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