Jian replied briefly and looked at Danwoo’s reaction. He had not yet laid down but continued to look down at her with his upper body leaning slightly.
The sound of rain falling from the eaves echoed quietly in the dark bedroom.
Should I have questioned why he lay down next to me? Should I ask when he plans to go to the other room?
At that moment, Danwoo lay down with a sigh and raised his arm to his forehead.
Seeing Jian in a light yellow outfit, looking bewildered about where to put her confused eyes, Danwoo sighed as if all his strength had left him.
“Why are you like this? Did I do something wrong?”
“No. It’s my fault. …It’s because I know you’re beautiful even when you’re silent. It’s my fault for lying down on the bed all of a sudden.”
Danwoo sighed, making a deflating sound, without notice, and sighed again when his heart calmed down. Then, looking at Jian, he turned around and lay down.
“I’ll put you to sleep. Wake me up if you seem troubled by a dream.”
Jian asked with a sad voice, “Will the day come when I can hold my dad’s hand in my dream?”
“Now, when I think of my father, it’s so pitiful and earnest. Sometimes he appears with a smile when I feel a bit more comfortable. Then, we talk occasionally.”
“Will that day come?”
Danwoo replied, “Yes,” and patted Jian’s back.
When Jian tightly grasped his shirt, Danwoo’s heart raced at her fidgeting touch. Danwoo gently kissed her, tangling his fingers in Jian’s hair and moving it behind her ear.
“Go to sleep quickly.”
Upon hearing this, Jian wrapped her arms around Danwoo’s neck and kissed him a little longer.
“Sleep well.”
Their slightly misaligned lips briefly touched. Instead of pulling away, their lips, mixed with the sound of rain falling from the eaves in the dark night, lingered a bit longer, filling each other with tenderness.
After pushing Danwoo away, Jian, with brightened eyes, asked, “If I learn cooking from my mother later, will it taste the same if I make it?”
“…The seaweed soup you made in Jeju was delicious. Just like my mother’s.”
Danwoo naturally brought up memories of his mother that he had kept in his heart. Jian’s words about learning to cook from her mother felt like a future I hoped for, making his heart feel sentimental.
Curious Jian asked various questions for a long time before eventually falling asleep.
Danwoo thought about whether he had talked about his mother for such a long time in the past 10 years.
Reading through the piled-up reports, he checked the time and was relieved that Jian’s sleep was longer than the previous night.
However, as dawn approached, Jian’s sobbing sounds eventually reached him.
“Dad… I’m sorry. I… I was wrong.”
Danwoo hugged the crying Jian and wiped away her tears. This time, she repeated apologies to him.
Jian, who had fallen asleep in Danwoo’s embrace, raised her eyebrows laboriously. Right in front of her, Danwoo’s broad chest rose and fell with each breath.
Jian gently touched Danwoo’s shirt and traced her fingertips over his surgical scars.
Although too shocked and pained to see properly.
How did Danwoo, who was much younger than her, endure such pain? Looking at Jian, Danwoo seemed to understand why he cared so much about her. She, too, felt that everything about Danwoo was painful and burdensome.
At that moment, Danwoo grabbed Jian’s wrist. Despite being half-asleep, the fingertips moving over bare skin were extremely soft and delicate, making Jian feel uneasy.
She could endure it if she wanted to, but Danwoo’s morning was more dangerous than Jian had imagined.
Danwoo opened his eyes and saw Jian’s innocent face, completely unaware of her condition. Unlike the face that cried last night, she was smiling brightly.
“Sorry. I thought you were asleep. I was curious and also… it’s a bad memory, so I thought that if I touched it, different memories might be added.”
“True.”
“Hmm?”
The scars, which were deeply engraved with remorse every time I saw them, now looked oddly fascinating.
Danwoo, feeling the cunning nature of human emotions, released Jian’s wrist that he had been holding.
“Bad memories quickly filled with bad thoughts.”
“Huh? Oh!”
It was only then that Jian understood Danwoo’s meaning and quickly withdrew her hand.
Meeting Danwoo’s eyes, Jian tried to hold back a bursting laugh and tightly pressed her lips together. However, her eyes were deeply curved with laughter.
“Come here.”
Danwoo pulled Jian’s head, embraced her tightly, and added, “Are you okay? You cried a lot yesterday too.”
“My dad was on the other side of the river. No matter how hard I tried, my feet wouldn’t move. The closer it gets, the more desperate I become. …Because of me, you must be struggling.”
“It’s not difficult at all. If you need to cry, just cry. I’ll comfort you.”
Danwoo thought about taking one more day off and staying in Seoul to welcome a tender morning.
During the weekend, a work meeting at Gunuk Law Firm turned into a drinking party. Ha Joon, who had more alcohol than usual on that day, leaned back deeply in the back seat, closed his eyes.
The designated driver opened the driver’s side door, got into the car, and asked Ha Joon, “Where should I take you?”
Ha Joon took a deep breath and mumbled the address of his hometown, not Happy Office Tel.
The Happy Office Tel, where there was no one to greet, had become a place to change clothes or take a short nap, nothing more and nothing less.
In Ha Joon’s vision, leaning against the window, he saw streetlights passing by.
‘Have you… come back? Did you cry? Tears must have filled those big eyes. It doesn’t matter if it’s not me; don’t cry alone.’
Ha Joon’s thoughts lingered on Jian, just like yesterday and much longer ago.
“We have arrived.”
“You can give me the car key and get off.”
Ha Joon received the car key and deeply exhaled, leaning back on the seat. After a while, he got out of the car.
Ha Joon’s family home was not an apartment but a house. Beyond a low wall, he could see the well-maintained garden tended to by his mother, Yeon Woo.
Opening the gate and climbing the short stairs leading to the entrance while stumbling, Ha Joon breathed a deep sigh.
It was pathetic and ridiculous not to be able to go to Jian. He could have pretended not to know and gone. If he went, he could have devoted his heart to taking care of Jian.
But that seemed cowardly and he didn’t like it.
Feeling lost in his emotions, Ha Joon was more drunk than other days. So, he called a chauffeur and, until arriving at his family home, he remembered only scattered pieces.
Phew.
He sighed and tried to stand up straight to gather his senses.
He had moderately drunk alcohol that wouldn’t make him drunk, but his eyes were spinning.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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