‘Am I being too weird?’
She held his hand during the day, and she had seen his body quite frequently.
She had seen Ren’s rare smiles quite a lot, and his indifferent attitude hadn’t changed much.
But strangely, something felt different.
‘…Maybe it’s because I keep thinking about the conversation with Birena.’
Was it because the remnants of her innermost feelings burst out like a spring?
Unintentionally, she was paying more attention to Ren than usual.
Sharti, with her eyes wide open, slapped her cheeks hard.
Feeling the tingling and spreading chilly pain, Sharti lifted her head.
‘Take it slow.’
Let’s gradually create some distance again.
Having learned from the last time that openly avoiding it would be of no use, Sharti decided to act nonchalant for now.
However, Sharti’s determination faced a crisis as soon as she came out of the bathroom after showering.
“…?”
“If you go to bed with your hair wet, you’ll catch a cold.”
Ren, as if waiting, stood in front of the bathroom holding a towel.
Since Sharti’s hair hadn’t completely dried, Ren glanced at her damp hood.
“Go into the room, dry it, and sleep.”
Perplexed, Sharti raised her head.
Due to this, the dampness of her hair dripped down onto her face and outside the hood.
“Sure.”
Ren handed Sharti the towel and promptly went into the utility room.
Whether he was just there to hand her the towel, Ren’s attitude was neat and simple.
Left alone, Sharti wiped her face with the towel.
‘…I must have misunderstood!’
Sharti deeply reflected on her embarrassing misunderstanding of Ren’s intentions.
Sharti, who returned to the bedroom after shaking off the embarrassment, took off her robe and hood and sat on the bed.
‘Let’s go to sleep quickly.’
Sharti, shedding the burning embarrassment, energetically dried her hair.
Then, she noticed a bouquet of blue and purple flowers placed on the dressing table.
This time, the flower vase was an insignificant empty bottle.
‘A flower vase… Should I buy one?’
Now that she had earned some money, wouldn’t it be okay to make small purchases?
‘I might receive it again…’
Sharti buried her face in the pillow as if in the cozy embrace of the bedding. The stiff blanket had been kicked by her feet.
When did she become so shameless? Where did this unwavering confidence come from?
“A man giving flowers has meaning.”
Sharti burrowed into the bedding like a caterpillar.
Then she combed her curly hair with her fingers.
“…”
Exhaling a heavy sigh, Sharti closed her eyes tightly.
Sleep was the best way to organize and chase away distracting thoughts.
She hoped she could wake up feeling refreshed.
However, for the next few days, Sharti couldn’t feel refreshed.
It was because of the subtle distance between her and Ren, which had been continuing.
‘Something’s strange. Definitely strange.’
There was no significant change in Ren’s attitude.
As always, he looked for opportunities to help, took over strenuous tasks, and cared for her when she was tired.
The problem was that the number of times Sharti made eye contact with Ren decreased, while the physical contact between them increased.
‘He always avoids eye contact.’
It wasn’t as if he deliberately avoided her gaze, and it felt natural, like his gaze accidentally missed hers.
What bothered Sharti the most at the moment was the increased contact with Ren over the past few days.
‘I had to request only vague help that couldn’t be refused.’
[They said there’s a good medicine for scars, right? If it’s okay, I want to apply it to my back too. But I guess it’s too much to do alone. I hope you can do it for me. It’s a simple ointment, so please, Sharti.] [Shah, wait… Since being careful not to move too much after the injury, my arm muscles seem surprised. It seems like I need to loosen it… No, it might get worse while I go to get herbs.]It wasn’t a tone of voice that checked carefully as before. It was an extremely indifferent and businesslike tone.
If Sharti refused, he immediately accepted it and stepped back.
His neat and simple attitude created a sense of distance.
‘He won’t even wear the clothes I made with care.’
[Ah, clothes? Shah, I made them with care for you, so it’s a shame. I plan to wear them only when I go outside. I’ll wear something light at home.] [The weather is warm. The sunlight isn’t too strong, but… I naturally have a lot of heat in my body.]Ren, carefully preserving the clothes made by Sharti, wore torn and tattered pajamas instead.
The weather suddenly became warm, making it impractical to wear the clothes she made for comfort.
Due to the thick fabric of the clothes she made, Ren unbuttoned them and rolled up the sleeves when it got a little warm. Since they were designed based on the mercenaries’ clothing, Ren’s tanned skin and muscles stood out despite the minimal exposure.
So, she couldn’t stop him.
‘She seems to be sneakily checking my reaction…’
Sharti tilted her head, thinking about the hypothesis that suddenly came to mind. Soon, Sharti swallowed a sigh and made a awkward expression.
‘Perhaps because I’ve been avoiding, rejecting, and keeping my distance from Ren, he is worried. He must still be misunderstanding, thinking he will be driven away.’
With that much distrust, Sharti blamed herself for the misunderstanding.
It seemed like it was time for a conversation with Ren.
To dispel the misunderstanding of the past few days, Sharti sat across from Ren at the dining table. Sharti opened up, trying to appear nonchalant.
“I was thoughtless.”
At Ren’s sudden words, he raised an eyebrow.
“What’s this all of a sudden?”
“I’m sorry. I should have considered your feelings. I should have paid more attention.”
“…Wait, Shah. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ren, sensing Sharti’s misunderstanding, interrupted the flow of the atmosphere, but a knock came first.
Thud, thud. Thud, thud.
“…Is there anyone coming?”
Ren approached the door cautiously, raising one finger to signal that there was only one person outside.
Sharti immediately pointed to the bedroom, indicating Ren to go inside.
“…”
Naturally preparing bandages, Ren nodded with a concealed displeasure.
As soon as Ren entered the room, Sharti cautiously approached the door and opened it.
“…Master!”
“…!”
In front of the door stood a young man with faded pink hair wearing glasses.
The young man faced Sharti, and relief washed over him as he smiled. It was a gentle and innocent smile.
“I’m glad. You’ve arrived safely.”
The tall and slender young man, with folded hands like in prayer, expressed his joy.
Sharti was silently shocked by the young man’s unexpected visit.
“Do you remember, Teacher?”
Sharti nodded slowly.
‘The mountain village that comes out after crossing four large ridges…’
Although Sharti had visited many villages for field treatments, there was one mountain village that particularly stood out in memory. It was a village that rejected outsiders more harshly than other villages, tightly controlling access to the village. And the young man in front of Sharti was undoubtedly from that village…
“Teacher.”
The young man firmly grasped Sharti’s hand.
Unlike Sharti’s, his hand was soft and gentle.
“Please help us.”
His face twisted and distorted as he desperately clung to Sharti.
Startled, Sharti’s hand, held tenderly by the trembling hand of the young man, was gently grabbed.
“An unknown disease has spread in the village.”
“……!”
At the same time, a large figure blocked Sharti’s way.
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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