“I thought about it all night. I mulled over what that memory you mentioned could be, muttering the name Khalif Dwight countless times, and my head nearly exploded from the contemplation.”
“…”
“But I don’t know anything. The name Caliph Dwythe, even what I can’t remember, I don’t know anything about it.”
Ibelia screamed in a voice roughened as if in agony. The pupils, filled with moisture, wandered in confusion without even looking at him.
He didn’t answer. It seemed even crazier. If the beginning of all this was said to be the day he returned after ending the war with the Elia Kingdom, there was never a moment when he was not an enemy to me.
He always prioritized himself, putting himself first. That fact didn’t change even when he pretended to be Liurian and bowed deeply.
It was to the extent that he considered himself precious enough to do so. Otherwise, his actions, risking his life, could not be understood.
But no matter how much I searched through my memories, there was no Caliph Dwythe in my head. Even searching every nook and cranny was the same.
The name Caliph Dwythe, his face, did not exist before meeting Liurian.
“I can’t remember anything… But why are you risking your life for someone like me?”
Ibelia covered her face with both hands as if in agony. Tears crawled out of her eyes against her will.
At times like this, one should find calmness and look at the situation rationally. But in front of matters related to this man, that never happened.
That fact pushed her further into despair. However, upon hearing the continued words of the Caliph, Ibelia realized that the despair she had felt until now was nothing.
“Even if you don’t remember, I do.”
He whispered in a gentle voice. In an instant, Ibelia forgot what she had been sobbing about and dropped her hands covering her face.
“I remember everything vividly.”
“…”
“The moment I first saw you, how beautiful you were. How strongly my heart beat as I looked at you. Even the temperature of the wind that day and the fragrance of the flowers carried within it.”
“…”
“The moment you were there, it never fades away no matter how hard I try. It seems someone engraved it into my mind, and it never blurred for a moment.”
“…”
“The time I spent with you was the only dazzling moment in my dull life. It’s for someone like you, is my life really that important?”
His eyes, with a faint light, were focused on her. As if he was looking at the her from that first moment he claimed to remember.
It drove Ibelia insane. The tears that seemed to have stopped began to flow again, wetting her cheeks quickly.
Ibelia retraced her memories once again. Even after going back to every moment she could recall, she exerted all her strength, hoping to find him, even if faintly remaining.
She wanted to remember those days that were the only dazzling moments in his life. If they were so precious to him, there was no way they weren’t precious to her as well.
Even when she thought he was Liurian, even after knowing he wasn’t, her heart still didn’t respond to him unchanged.
So, believing that she could find memories related to him if she tried her best, she desperately hoped for it. However, despite her efforts, nothing came to her memory.
“Ugh, really…”
Ibelia helplessly closed her eyes. A brief sentence contained all sorts of agony. Khalif cautiously reached out as if trying to comfort her. However, he had to firmly grasp the hand he extended before it could touch her.
“Eve.”
“…It seems it might be impossible for us to be together any longer.”
Ibelia quickly stood up. His hand, reaching out to her, was visible. Because of that, she couldn’t hold her ground any longer.
He wanted to hold out his hand to her. But he didn’t have the right. Perhaps he didn’t even know if he had the right to be facing her like this.
To cruelly trample on someone’s precious feelings like this, what right did I, such a person, have?
Ibelia, clenching her fist tightly, said urgently,
“I’ll leave first.”
Then, as if fleeing, she left the reception room.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
