It was a suspicious woman.
Not even a glimpse of her face or hair was visible.
Huh. The man was enveloped in a somewhat deflated feeling.
‘Everything’s so incomprehensible.’
Before the woman turned around, the man quickly closed his eyes again. He wanted to reveal that he was awake, but he restrained himself.
The woman in the dubious attire.
His instincts belatedly raised a sense of caution.
‘…What now?’
He felt a tickling sensation on his palm and was internally startled.
‘Letters?’
He belatedly realized that the woman had been writing letters on his palm.
Really? Before his confusion could manifest on his face, something hard touched his lips. Expecting water, he opened his mouth, only to be greeted with a warm, bland flavor.
It was a soup that didn’t require chewing.
‘…Did she bring it especially?’
Just when he was about to be wary of the suspicious woman, he quickly relaxed.
‘Tasteless, but…’
Nevertheless, he continued to take in the soup, keeping his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. He made sure to chew and swallow slowly, as if he were truly sleeping.
The woman consistently brought him meals, feeding him each time.
Occasionally feeling the woman’s clumsy care and her dedicated treatment, guilt grew within him.
As his body gradually recovered, he started to hesitate.
‘Should I reveal that I’m awake?’
The diligent woman always persistently checked his consciousness.
Sometimes she would wave her hand in front of his face, check his pulse and heartbeat. He felt her gaze piercing his face.
‘I wonder how long I can keep this hidden.’
Although the woman wiped his sweat, it wasn’t enough.
He would sneak out of the cave at night to bathe in the stream and even picked small fruits from the trees outside to eat.
‘It’s better not to deceive her.’
He couldn’t delay any longer as his recovery was swift. He dreaded the idea of being caught by the woman after intentionally hiding his consciousness.
‘If that woman stops coming, I’ll be…’
Left alone in the cave, he felt loneliness and fear in solitude.
The comfort he felt in her presence was not found in the darkness.
He grew increasingly impatient.
And part of him wanted to have a conversation with her.
‘Does she know about me? How did she come to treat me? Can she help me regain my memory?’
He hoped to alleviate his frustrating curiosities, even just a little.
‘And…’
He wanted to say thank you.
The man rubbed his nape awkwardly, settling into sleep. The only thing in his empty mind was her.
Waiting for the daytime to meet her wasn’t too bad.
‘It’s like being a watchdog.’
Occasionally, he self-mockingly thought.
Having no memory felt like being hollow inside. Anxiety, worry, fear, and terror filled that space with every breath.
Even if he lived like a dog, he didn’t want to experience that unpleasant emptiness again.
However, his resolve wavered with the visit of a stranger.
‘Teacher!’
It turned out there was another being treating him besides the woman.
‘Teacher, is this wound a trace of an attack spell? The way it digs into the flesh is different from ordinary magic wounds.’
A chatty little kid who was curious and had a lot to explain, never resting.
‘Teacher, the patient is very tall. The blanket seems too short. I’ll take off my clothes to cover his feet!’
The woman was too quiet, and the kid talked too much.
Yet, strangely, their contrasts harmonized, not causing discomfort.
“Teacher, I don’t understand how the patient found your cave. It’s really far from the village. This is the first time I’ve seen anyone around here other than the patient!”
The kid’s words helped the man partially solve his curiosities.
“Teacher, grandma said we shouldn’t carelessly help strangers. But sister Birena said you are a good person. You didn’t get angry when the patient sneaked into your cave and have been treating him.”
The man was a bit startled.
The woman and the kid were complete strangers to him, yet they willingly offered him a place and had been treating him all this time.
‘…I should reveal it.’
Even without ‘memory,’ he still had ‘conscience.’
Deceiving these two felt uncomfortable.
“Teacher, if the patient turns out to be a scary one, I’ll make sure to run away with you.”
Having heard the conversation between the woman and the kid, he decided not to delay opening his eyes.
But before he could act…
“If you smell a lot of Nulainsetcho powder, even a big bear can be knocked out for over 10 minutes. We have lots of powder bags prepared. Don’t worry.”
The clever kid’s words sounded quite ominous.
For a moment, the man felt like he was the prey of a child hunter.
‘Come to think of it… I remember locking eyes with the woman.’
The word ‘powder bag’ triggered a blurry vision in his mind.
There had been someone in a haze of heat, shrinking back in fear. He had tried to get up when…
‘…Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and got dizzy, and when I raised my head again…’
A small bag burst, showering him with powder.
‘…’
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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