The water droplets, reflecting the light in the sky, looked like fireflies or warm eye crystals.
It was a magic Matapju had cast to celebrate the village’s first feast.
A magical display that was both dazzling and nostalgic.
Suddenly, the thought came to her that if one were to visually represent futile hope, it might resemble the scene before her eyes.
“Sha.”
Under the beautiful scenery, the excited applause and laughter that wouldn’t leave on the night sky, Sharti looked at Ren.
When their eyes met, Ren asked.
“Do you know about ‘Gwendhil’?”
“……!”
Thud.
Sharti’s face drained of color.
[The Princess of Krianet.]“Sha?”
Thud.
Amidst the surrounding noise, a hallucination slipped in.
[During the declaration of war, the usually confident and boastful royal family of Krianet, now begs for their lives like this. It’s a mindset quite different from the nobility of the Newton Empire.]“……Sha!”
Thud.
A chilly atmosphere and someone’s shout echoed like a reverberation.
[Making sure would be a good idea. Hey, are you really the princess of Krianet?]“Sha! Release your hand and breathe, …breathe! I said, breathe!”
Thud.
A sound resembling a hoarse groan, as if the throat was tired, faintly echoed. Simultaneously, the surrounding noise vanished, and only the hallucination resonated.
[Then let it be the final act of the Krianet royal family. Begin.]Thud.
Dizzy as if swaying, the vision was blurred.
Sharti forcibly moved her stiff muscles. Like hanging stones, she stretched out her heavy arms and seized the figure in front of her.
[Turning into ashes with the royal palace is the best loot one can obtain in a defeated country.]Thud.
It was strange. All sensations gradually faded away. Nothing could be heard, seen, or felt.
Certainly, she thought she was gripping with force, squeezing the finger joints until they turned pale…
Thought? What was I thinking just now?
……Thud.
…………Thud.
………………Thud.
I couldn’t deny it again. Just like back then, I couldn’t say my own name.
But this time, unlike before, my lips were budding.
Look, the mouth is opening belatedly.
‘……Mouth?’
At the end of the tense, fragmenting consciousness, Sharti’s senses, which had seemed to break, slowly began to come back. The first sensation she felt was breathing. The blocked air holes were opening.
Sharti breathed heavily as if mad, struggling to inhale. Next were her fingertips.
It felt as if something strong was tightly clutched, as if letting go of her hand might mean death.
“……Ha, eub, eut……. Haah……!”
In such a frenzied state, Sharti breathed in and dangled for a while. Her eyelids, tightly closed, trembled. Along with the throbbing muscle pain and tears flowing down her cheek, Sharti slowly opened her eyes.
Through the hazy vision, something appeared.
“……Haah…….”
The focus began to align with Ren’s eyelids, which were close by.
As if her breathing holes were opening slightly, something soft covering her lips fell.
A warm breath brushed against Sharti’s nose.
The momentarily paused accident started to rewind with a creaking sound.
“……Sha?”
With a rough, hoarse voice, Ren was right in front of her.
Their eyes met. Whether it was the hood flowing down or removed, the view was clear.
Ren’s expression, facing Sharti’s trembling crimson eyes, crumbled.
“Just now, just now, Sha, you…”
Ren couldn’t continue his words. His large hand, covering her cheek, trembled with fear and anxiety.
Ren and Sharti’s eyes met. After confirming Sharti blinking, Ren embraced her strongly.
“……. ”
Her face was pressed against his firm chest.
Even in a daze, Sharti could regain her senses due to the clear sound of Ren’s heartbeat in her ears.
Sharti reflexively moved her arm. With stiff hands, she patted Ren’s back.
“……Ren, I’m okay.”
With her first words extracted from Ren’s embrace, strength flowed into Ren’s hands that were holding the back of her head.
Ren, holding her in his arms, slowly whispered, “……”
Sharti could hear Ren’s heartbeat clearly in her ears even in a daze.
“……’Gwendhill’ .”
Ren’s muscles twitched. Sharti loosened her body to signal that she was okay.
While still in Ren’s arms, the powerless Sharti slowly blinked her eyes. Her wet eyelids felt heavy.
“The name Ren asked about, or rather the surname, is one of the names I can’t forget.”
Can’t forget or just that? Gwendhill Duke, he was the one who provided Sharti with the reason to fear fire.
“I must never meet the owner of that surname in my life, even until I die. To the extent that I want to avoid even in my dreams.”
Was it just that she couldn’t forget? The owner of the surname Gwendhill, the Duke, was, for Sharti, the harbinger of death. If she knew that the bloodline of the Krianet royal family, which they tried to burn, still lived, he would surely come and cut her throat.
“But recently, there hasn’t been such an enemy…….?”
However, why was she suddenly swept away by hallucinations and illusions, just like when she saw fire in front of her?
Unlike fire, Duke Gwendhill’s face has never been seen, so there hasn’t been an occasion where hearing the name once caused such a severe reaction.
‘Just heard the word ‘Gwendhill’.’
It wasn’t hyperventilation, but it was so hard to breathe.
If she had been a little late, her brain would not have received oxygen supply, and it would have been a big problem.
‘If it weren’t for Ren…….’
In the moment when she assumed the worst scenario without Ren’s help, Sharti’s pupils dilated.
Sharti quietly pressed her lips tightly and asked, squeezing her fingers as if grabbing a squid.
“……Sha, Sha! ……Good grief!”
The muttered curse, the desperate hand embracing her cheek, and the continuous transmission of his warm breath on the soft lips they touched…
Sharti tightly closed her eyes.
‘Now.’
She had to faint right now.
However, unfortunately, she couldn’t let go of her consciousness as her heart screamed as loudly as the heat rising on her face.
In another sense, Sharti wanted to cry.
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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