Ji-an saw her family’s main residence in Samseong-dong and stepped on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop. Inside the quiet car after the engine noise ceased, she took a deep breath.
Seeing the news that Janice had canceled all her schedules and was hospitalized, Ji-an seemed to know the reason, whatever it was. Janice, Eun-ji as her mother, and Ji-yoon’s deaths were painful for those people.
She speculated that what Ji-yoon, her father, had wished for was a scene where the family was together.
Perhaps her feelings toward Eun-ji were not hatred but affection. This was evident from the pain she felt from Eun-ji’s unpleasant words and actions.
“Others received consideration and concession as a matter of course. So try to understand your mother.”
Ji-an reiterated her determination, took a deep breath, and stood in front of the front door, pressing the doorbell.
Soon, the voice of Mrs. Jin, the long-time housekeeper, was heard.
“Ji-an?”
“Yes. It’s me, Ji-an.”
“What brings you here? Come in quickly.”
As the heavy door opened, Ji-an entered the yard with a tense face.
Looking at the landscape of the yard where spring rain fell, her mood improved considerably.
The green grass, the young leaves wrapped around the branches, and the brightly blooming flowers. Spring, which had eagerly awaited the end of the cold winter, did not neglect its duties.
When Ji-an entered the entrance, Mrs. Jin was already there.
“What’s the matter?”
Mrs. Jin looked at Ji-an with a puzzled look, as the atmosphere in the house was heavy due to Ji-yoon’s death.
“Just came. I’ll sleep and leave in the morning. …And my mom?”
“Madam continues to stay in her room.”
After handing Mrs. Jin a pomegranate she brought, Ji-an moved towards the master bedroom. She didn’t remember going into the master bedroom even when Ji-yoon was alive.
Knock. Knock.
“Mom. …It’s me. Ji-an.”
When she pushed the door inside, Eun-ji was lying on the bed, showing her back.
Feeling heavy-hearted, Ji-an tightly closed her budding lips, took a deep breath, and finally opened her mouth.
“I’m here. I’ll have dinner, sleep, and leave in the morning. Is that okay?”
Only then did Eun-ji turn her back and look at Ji-an. With the lights off, Ji-an couldn’t see her face clearly, but the sharp breathing wasn’t audible.
Without a word, Eun-ji lay down, showing her back.
‘That’s enough. Whatever.’
Since the conversation with Eun-ji had been interrupted, Ji-an didn’t expect more.
She passed through the living room and went straight to the second floor. Although she had her own room, the second floor was Janice’s space.
When she reached the last step, Ji-an saw Janice’s large picture and several violins standing on a stand. There were violins for infants that Janice played for the first time, an electric violin she played on her first concert stage, and a uniquely shaped violin made by a craftsman for her.
Ji-an knocked on Janice’s door.
Knock. Knock.
“Sister. It’s me. …Can I come in?”
Since there was no response, Ji-an found Janice lying on the recliner sofa with her eyes closed. Approaching, she realized that Janice wasn’t asleep but was wearing headphones.
Ji-an lowered her body and sat down, covering Janice’s hand with her own.
Only then did Janice, who opened her eyes, have a surprised expression. Despite the unexpected visit, she smiled immediately, but her eyes seemed teary.
She forgot that she was wearing headphones and called Ji-an.
“Ji-an.”
“Are you okay? Were you in pain?”
When Janice didn’t hear Ji-an’s voice, she finally hung the headphones around her neck and moved to the sofa.
“What happened, really?”
“I just came. I have things to do with Unni (older sister) … I plan to come occasionally from now on.”
Janice spread her arms, leaned forward, pulled Ji-an towards her, and patted her back.
“It was tough. You must be the one who hurts the most. It’s true that you’re the one who’s hurting the most. And it’s not your fault.”
Janice thought about how Ji-an couldn’t cry or just stared blankly at Ji-yoon’s photo. Ji-an must have been hurt immensely by Ji-yoon’s death, much more than she was.
Tears welled up in Ji-an’s eyes. Strangely, Janice’s comforting words warmed her heart.
“Unni was hospitalized. Did it hurt a lot?”
“A bit. I kept thinking about Dad. I feel so sorry, miss him, and want to see him. I collapsed while trying to digest my schedule forcibly.”
Janice’s face was also as devastated as Ji-an’s.
Having someone close by to share pain and emotions, and not knowing about it.
As Ji-an wiped away her teardrops, tears also filled Janice’s eyes.
“Unni, why are you crying?”
“Because you’re crying. Why are you crying when you’re crying?”
“I miss Dad.”
“I miss Dad too. …But it’s a relief that the tears burst. Do you know how worried I was because you didn’t cry?”
When Ji-an wiped Janice’s tears with her hands, Janice did the same for Ji-an’s tears.
With a sobbing cry, Janice added, “I canceled all the broadcasts, but I have to perform. I was going to go to the practice room from tomorrow. …So, Unni, don’t worry.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
