“Sure. My daughter.”
It’s been who knows how long since he heard the words ‘my daughter’…
Olivia smiled warmly and tightly held her father’s hand as if confessing.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.”
Although he knew his daughter’s words were a lie, her father didn’t press her further, holding her hand and silently urging her to share whatever was on her mind.
However, her father, with the same azure eyes as Olivia, whispered, enclosing a sea vast enough to embrace everything about his daughter.
“My daughter, you are a Bolshevik.”
The daughter he faced now had grown up to become a trustworthy successor more than anyone else. Even bringing a man he approved of, but in his eyes, the memory of his baby’s first cry remained vivid.
“Remember whatever you want or do, my child.”
If this conversation were happening in the faces of ‘Emperor’ and ‘Crown Prince’ now, it would be harsh but an extremely natural acceptance.
Remember who you are and make choices and actions befitting that.
The words spoken in this moment, facing each other as father and daughter, were incredibly warm and full of unconditional affection.
“Bolsheviks will support you.”
In response to her father’s sincere words flowing calmly like the truth that the sun rises from the east, Olivia laughed as if she could cry.
Perhaps after everything is safely resolved, tears will fall profusely when she tells the whole story to her father.
And then, she’ll play around as much as she wants with her father.
For some day in the future…
“You shouldn’t say such things, Your Imperial Majesty.”
As Olivia cheekily made a nonchalant retort, the emperor responded, squinting his eyes.
“It shouldn’t. But I’m willing to do so.”
In that unwavering sincerity, Olivia asked with a shy tone.
“Father.”
“Yes?”
“Can you hug me for a moment?”
“Don’t ask for such things.”
Just as he did on the day she was born, her father embraced Olivia tightly.
The dawn was still dimly brightening.
[Knock, knock]“Come in.”
As the door opened after Olivia’s permission, an enormous pile of documents flooded in.
Looking at the mountain of documents that filled the office as usual, Olivia tilted her head with an indifferent expression.
“Place the urgent ones here.”
“Yes.”
She pointed in four directions one after another and continued.
“Put the important and urgent ones, the important but not urgent ones, the unimportant but urgent ones, and the unimportant and not urgent ones in that order.”
Eventually, the mountain of documents, distinguished for Olivia’s eyes only, was meticulously organized.
As Olivia pondered over approvals with a pen in hand, her shoulders twitched.
Because a dense shadow was cast long over the white documents.
Unbeknownst to her, Kyria was gazing down at her.
“When did you come?”
“A little while ago.”
“If you came, you should have called me.”
“No, I just wanted to see you.”
With the response that came back without a breath, Olivia tightly sealed her lips, and Kyria remained silent as well.
Olivia, who had been staring at his dark, bloodshot eyes for a while, put down her pen and stood up.
“What’s with the face?”
“Hmm.”
At her casually spoken words, Kyria leaned back, sweeping his disheveled face with one hand.
“How long has it been? You’ve aged ten years with an old face.”
“Just that much.”
“That much.”
Interrupting Kyria’s words, Olivia grabbed his hand and led him to sit on the sofa.
Kyria, drawn in by her touch without any resistance, sat on the sofa with his back deeply sunk.
Looking down at the man she always looked up to, there was a strangely different feeling.
As Olivia absentmindedly looked at Kyria, who had always been dark, he reached out his hand.
As his fingers, which passed by her eyes, gently touched her cheek, a faint sigh escaped between his lips.
“What? Taking a breath just by looking at a person’s face.”
His touch was so delicate as if handling a glass doll, Olivia couldn’t help but pout.
To that, Kyria chuckled and replied, “I’m here.”
“Then where else would I be? Don’t say strange things… Oop!”
Before Olivia could finish her sentence, Kyria pulled her into his arms.
Sitting awkwardly on his lap, Olivia, who had become uncomfortable, twitched her body, but Kyria, who buried his face in her shoulder, spoke with a muffled voice.
“Just a moment. Just for a little while, is that okay?”
Pulling her waist, Kyria deeply breathed in.
As the faint scent of roses mixed in with his breath deeply pierced his lungs, he could finally feel somewhat relieved.
It had only been a few days.
Not even far away, and if he made up his mind, it was a very close distance that he could come to see her at any time.
Yet, time felt vast, and the distance seemed far.
Being away from Olivia was like that.
He was truly surprised at how poorly he fell apart when Olivia disappeared from his side.
From the moment Olivia turned her back to me and moved away, an eerie wind blew in the middle of his chest where the bottom could not be seen.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
