I observed the children quietly.
Their cheeks, which should have been plump and shiny at their age, were sunken and dry.
‘Even in a dream, this doesn’t feel good.’
Even if the children were figments of my imagination, my compassion was greater.
Even if it’s just cup ramen, still.
“Want to eat?”
“Yes!”
One child nodded fervently at my words.
But the child next to him pulled back, dragging the little one with him.
“Why?”
“Last time we got tricked, don’t be careless.”
The child whispered in the little one’s ear.
I don’t know what they mean by “got tricked” last time.
“There’s no poison in it.”
Is it your first time seeing cup ramen?
Perhaps they were suspicious, I thought.
“Look, see.”
I lifted a strand of noodles from the cup ramen to show them, and then munched.
“Um, it’s delicious.”
JMT.
An exclamation naturally escaped my lips.
As always, my biological clock was accurate, and the noodles were cooked just right.
Gulp.
I heard the children swallow their saliva again.
They looked at me eating the cup ramen, and their wary eyes diminished.
“Here, eat. Ah.”
“Ah.”
I twisted the noodles with chopsticks.
The rolled noodles, just enough for one bite, gently landed in the open mouth.
“It’s tasty.”
Their eyes were filled with tears of how delicious it was.
The noodle’s springy and savory taste was the charm of ramen.
‘I hope it’s not too hot.’
I blew on the soup to cool it down, and they ate it deliciously, puffing steam from their small mouths.
“It’s spicy. But what can I do if it’s delicious?”
The longdrawnout tail of their speech was quite adorable.
‘Eating while crying. Truly versatile.’
As I thought that, a strange sense of pride welled up.
I gestured to the child behind.
“Let’s eat together.”
Startled.
The child next to the little one retreated at my call.
Is it still doubtful?
But he must be hungry.
“Really, it’s fine. Try one bite and let’s talk.”
It sounded slightly persuasive, but the classics always work.
I rolled up the noodles with chopsticks and brought them to the child’s mouth.
“…….”
Gurgle.
It was the sound coming from the slowly shrinking child’s stomach.
The child’s cheeks turned bright red.
The mouth that had been tightly closed began to waver, and soon carefully opened.
“Right.”
It’s not bad.
The ramen was sucked into the child’s small mouth.
The movement of the child’s cheeks as he chewed was extremely cute.
“……Tasty.”
A small exclamation burst out with a gulp sound.
His eyes sparkled, really wet.
But one bite wouldn’t fill his stomach.
I again rolled up the ramen and fed it to him.
“Me too! Me too!”
The child next to me squealed.
“Hehe, so soft and cute.”
I fed him a small whirlpool fish cake, and his smiling face returned.
“All done.”
Taking turns feeding one bite at a time, before I knew it, only the broth was left, and everything else was eaten.
The bright red glossy broth is all mine.
‘It’s a lump of sodium and seasoning, but so what.’
The lukewarm broth was sometimes a small comfort.
‘This taste is life.’
I nodded my head, savoring the philosophical sensibility.
“I’m full.”
The little one held his full belly and sprawled on the floor.
The other child also had a much softened expression.
“But why? Normally, you wouldn’t even if we begged.”
The little one patted his full belly and tilted his innocent face.
“Me?”
The one in doubt was me.
But the foreign child nodded as if it was natural.
“Yes. Aileen.”
Aileen, did he say?
It was the moment the child muttered a stranger’s name.
My head hurt as if it would crack, and my vision turned white.
‘What’s this?’
A flood of countless information and memories began to pour into my head.
[Prayer of Healing].A novel claiming to be a healing genre, where the heroine named ‘Elsius’ awakens as a holy woman and saves all sorts of men.
The novel, which even ran with baking cookies, was quite a masterpiece.
‘Why am I thinking of this novel?’
I looked at the children hugging each other with shaking eyes.
Soon, the fantasy committed by the owner of this body began to appear as a faint afterimage.
‘Aileen Hallen.’
The nanny of the abandoned twin princes.
The mastermind who abused the children and turned them into the main villain.
‘Blood splashing, flesh separating, and bones breaking…….’
Her end, having abused the child, was death.
‘It’s not a dream, it’s possession?’
And the scheduled future is now mine.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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