A white flower at the tip of a grass as tall as a child’s waist dazzlingly reflected the sunlight.
Neris slowly walked, smelling the faint fragrance of the flower. It was a remote stone wall road that even for a child’s pace, it took a while to reach the nearest building. Her appearance, laboring to brush aside the bushes and casting a short building shadow on her skirt, was extremely cute from a distance.
The place she was heading to was her secret spot. Unexpected interference had appeared not long ago, which had made her uneasy, and she had been unable to walk for a while, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had no reason to avoid it.
It wasn’t the only place she had enjoyed alone during her 8 years of school. But she didn’t want to go elsewhere because bad memories had already formed there.
“It seems like I’m losing like this.”
She had lived by accommodating everyone in her previous life. Although she used to only look out for others’ eyes due to circumstances, in fact, Neris hated losing. She had as much pride as she was smart.
It was just that the environment hadn’t been conducive to showing it.
Finally arriving at her intended destination, the top floor of the Zakaria Library, Neris listened to her surroundings. When she didn’t hear the sound of flipping pages or footsteps, she approached the column with relief.
“You came again.”
Neris stopped near the pillar, her eyes wide at the sudden voice behind her.
That voice, cool and firm like a jewel, seemed to come from just beyond the bookshelf next to the pillar. Though not visible to Neris, who had approached directly from the entrance to the pillar, it was a good position to notice her approach if someone was hiding there.
“Why do you keep coming here?”
Had he been hiding? Annoyed and angry, Neris asked coldly. Cledwin Maindland spoke as lightly as a breath, but even in his brief and comfortable words, power and confidence were felt.
It was the voice of a ruler. Perhaps, no, definitely superior to Abelus.
“It’s my place. You knew that, didn’t you? Neris Trued.”
Cledwin knew Neris’s name. Neris was not surprised by this. If it were a purpleeyed freshman, there were only Megara and Neris, and the two had very different appearances and ways of speaking. It wouldn’t have taken long to find her.
“It’s my place. Regardless of what the senior thinks.”
Only his calling this place “his place” had rubbed her the wrong way, so she retorted sharply.
It seemed clear that he had found this place before Neris, timewise. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have approached so readily behind the pillar where there was nothing around that day.
But what did he mean by using this narrow space? He must have a luxurious dormitory room.
“That chair is what I put there.”
Neris flinched. The chair… certainly looked expensive. Suitable for the son of Duke Maindland.
But imagining Cledwin napping leisurely in the library felt odd. Neris asked suspiciously.
“Really?”
“Don’t you have to hide when it’s urgent? Like when you replaced that kid’s ribbon.”
“Were you watching?”
“I know a lot.”
Neris was both surprised and slightly impressed.
Highranking people usually have followers, but Cledwin was still young and had not formally succeeded the dukedom.
Everyone at the Academy was under tight surveillance by the principal, who was the emperor’s eyes, and here he was claiming to have spies. She knew that Abelus had spies only after he became an adult.
“It must be nice to know a lot.”
“You’re not afraid.”
A chuckling laugh came through, light as a cloud. Neris replied flatly.
“You wouldn’t have come to me and kindly mentioned it now if you were planning to tell others. What do you want to say, Cledwin Maindland?”
“No.”
Cledwin chuckled again.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I’m not a spy watching the senior. If that’s what you’re curious about.”
“Then?”
“Just a regular twelveyearold freshman.”
“A twelveyearold freshman who isn’t afraid of a sword blade, who has received no early education, yet scores the highest marks since the opening of the school, knows the language used by frontline diplomats, and manipulates public opinion about a childhood friend?”
Neris frowned, a slight wrinkle appearing on her narrow and pointed nose.
“You should know better than me that it’s not knightly to conduct background checks on a Lady, especially since you must have received early education.”
“Is what you did the action of a Lady? I seem to have been mistaken about the virtues of Ladies these days.”
He repeated her words, but Cledwin responded immediately with an unembarrassed voice. Neris snapped back sharply.
“You’re right, maybe you’ve grown too old to know. Shouldn’t you have attended social classes more diligently?”
Suddenly, a sighlike soft sound of wind was heard from across the bookshelf. Did he laugh? Cledwin Maindland?
‘I must have misheard.’
In diplomacy, the ability to wait long enough to accurately guess the opponent’s feelings was important. Neris waited. Until Cledwin spoke next.
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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