Cryer knelt on one knee before her, looking up at Olivia.
His lips moved to speak, but no sound came out. He simply stared at her in silence.
Eventually, Cryer slowly, very slowly, took Olivia’s hand and pressed the back of it to his forehead.
Olivia’s blue eyes trembled as if shaken by an earthquake, and from between his lips flowed a voice softer than a deep, endless well.
“I swear, I won’t harm you.”
His oath sounded like a spell.
Like some kind of magic.
It was deeply embedded in Olivia’s heart.
And that fact threw her into a pit of chaos.
Was this not the man who had ignited a continental war and drowned the entire continent in blood?
Yet, now, in Olivia’s eyes, Cryer appeared more pure and sacred than anyone or anything else.
Pure… What? Sacred… This man?
Confusion roiled in her head.
This man…
“You mean you.”
Olivia managed to articulate the words with an indescribable expression.
“I don’t know what kind of person you were in the past, but one thing is clear.”
“What is it?”
“You were no ordinary person, even before your resurrection. Definitely.”
At this, Cryer chuckled and gently tapped her forehead.
“Remember my oath when you become afraid of me in the future.”
“That’s something even His Majesty didn’t do when I was a child.”
Olivia, who was rubbing her forehead where he had tapped, soon pushed against Cryer’s firm back.
“Go now. Find out what’s going on. I’ll be waiting here.”
She still couldn’t smell the blood, and she didn’t know what pollution of the land meant, but that was okay.
Because she could trust Cryer.
As she pushed him, Cryer obediently moved and found a few more bodies.
How much time had passed? Cryer, examining the sticky soil and bodies with the stench of blood piercing his nose, had a chilling look in his eyes.
And when Olivia noticed that the air around him was so heavy that it distorted the surroundings, her eyes widened.
“Cryer…”
The next moment, feeling her body floating, Olivia reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck.
How did he get here? He held her in a hug and, when did he go? Returned to the middle of the vacant lot, then Cryer opened his mouth.
“Princess.”
“Yes?”
“It doesn’t seem to be an ordinary missing or murder case.”
Olivia’s face stiffened as she followed the end of the branch he was holding.
“This.”
“Yes.”
Cryer, pointing to the symbol crumbled on the forehead of the already driedup corpse, let his soft voice echo.
“It’s the symbol of the ancient gods.”
The man who created the corpses with the mark of the ancient gods seared into them was in despair.
“Insufficient. Insufficient. Insufficient. Insufficient. It’s insufficient.”
He began to count the things before him, repeating the same words over and over.
“One, two, three, four….”
The items his fingers touched varied.
Ragged dolls, rings, torn pieces of clothes, fingernails, hair smeared with something, and more.
All these various items came from different people.
Offerings to the ancient gods.
He stopped his repetitive muttering, laying out the traces of them, and stood still.
“I need money.”
People tightened their control on their children and protected their bodies, making it difficult to find prey to offer as a sacrifice.
He had been out hunting for days, staying up all night, but returned emptyhanded.
Rubbing his face, the man hid his unwavering faith beneath it, and changed into his neat clothes.
Startled.
The man, who had just left the house, bumped into a neighbor a few steps away.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around lately.”
Greeted warmly by the neighbor, the man returned the greeting with a smile.
“Hello. I’ve been a little busy.”
“No matter what it is, take it easy. No matter how young, you’re not young forever.”
The man just smiled and nodded at every trivial word from his neighbor.
“Yes.”
“Oh, wait a moment.”
The neighbor disappeared into the house after leaving that message, but the man just stood there with a smile.
“Are you sick or something? You look a bit pale. Have some of this.”
The neighbor came back soon and handed over a basket that was wafting the smell of delicious bread and mouthwatering food.
Receiving the basket, the man bowed his head.
“Thank you, I will eat it gratefully.”
“What, you even fixed the roof last time. So, my chair is squeaking because my back isn’t good.”
The neighbor looked at the man with subtly hopeful eyes, but the man shook his head as if troubled.
“I’m sorry. I think I’ll be a little late today.”
“Oh, is that so? Alright. I’d appreciate it if you could drop by whenever you have time.”
It had somehow become taken for granted that the man would fix the chair, but the man, without losing his benign smile, obediently nodded.
“Yes. I will do so.”
The neighbor, watching the man bend over and start on his way, muttered to himself, shaking his head.
“What a good young man.”
A diligent young man who has never caused a problem, not even raised his voice once.
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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