A method to prolong life? Lowell frowned at this story that sounded like a miracle.
“…It’s nonsense. Stop it.”
“I’m serious. So just hold on until I return. Just until next spring—”
“Stop it, I said!”
Finally, Lowell’s patience reached its limit. She violently shook off Peter’s grip on her wrist and shouted.
“You can say that because you’re not sick anymore! You’re all better now! You can do anything now!”
“…Lowell.”
“Do you know what the doctor tells me? That it wouldn’t be strange if I lost consciousness tomorrow. The maids who watch me every night are sick of it. They’re fed up with me possibly having a seizure. I don’t want to be sick either, you know?”
She thought endlessly. If I have a seizure overnight, if my life is in danger.
Will there be anyone who wants to save me?
Everyone was tired of her prolonged illness. Those who were slowly covering the living Lowell with dirt were now only waiting for the last shovel. When exactly will my breath stop?
The daily medicine was nauseating, and her fever-prone body was painful, but most torturous to Lowell were the numerous gazes. It seemed like everyone watching her illness was not hoping for improvement but waiting for it to worsen. The words of encouragement, to get better, to live longer, sounded like they were wishing for her death.
“Peter, you’re the same! You wish I would die quickly, don’t you? Because you feel guilty about leaving me behind! You’re just saying that because you’ll forget me soon after you leave—”
Suddenly, everything stopped. Peter’s lips overlapped with Lowell’s. The brief kiss felt no different from biting into a rose petal.
Only then did Lowell realize she was crying. Her cheeks were wet, and there was a salty taste on her tongue.
Peter’s face appeared in her blurred vision. A face that looked pained even though it wasn’t sick. Those blue eyes, always fixed solely on her, just like before.
“I won’t forget you, Lowell.”
Tears ran down her cheeks and dropped from her chin. Peter’s face became clearer. She had never seen Peter cry, but at that moment, with her eyes wet, he seemed to be crying too.
“I’ll wait for you. I’ll definitely come back and… save you.”
Could there be a more painful confession?
All Lowell knew about Peter was that he was of high status, his nickname was Peter, and he was the person who loved Lowell the most in the world.
Peter was the only person who hoped for Lowell’s next year.
She was sure to die before the magnolias budded. Like a fallen magnolia petal, she was decaying. It was also her own premonition.
‘Do people in love all become this foolish?’
To hope for a next year she didn’t even expect herself.
If Peter truly cared for Lowell, tired from her long illness, if he pitied her, he should have wished for her death, like everyone else, even her family.
But Peter asked Lowell to live. Could there be a more selfish and foolish thing? Yet, could there be anything more tragic and heartwarming?
In the end, Lowell laughed through her tears.
“Okay. I’ll wait. I’ll try my best to live.”
She lied.
Finally, Peter smiled broadly. The boy’s smile, his cheeks flushed red, was as pretty as a dandelion seed.
Was their conversation that day effective in any way?
That spring, when she thought she would die, Lowell didn’t. She even saw off Peter as he left, and as the year progressed, she improved, even celebrating the Harvest Festival in the fall.
And in the last month of that year, a fire broke out in the Hessen family’s mansion.
There were no survivors.
When the Hessen mansion caught fire, everyone inside perished.
“The fire started when everyone was asleep. By the time it was noticed, the mansion was almost entirely engulfed, making escape impossible. It’s presumed that everyone was trapped in the flames and perished,” explained a royal knight dispatched to manage the situation. No one from the mansion escaped the fire, and all inhabitants of the Hessen household perished.
Lowell, sitting dazed and listening to this mechanical explanation, was the exception.
Lowell Hessen. The only survivor, she was outside at the time of the fire, returning from a visit to a physician in a distant land.
Had she encountered the burning house earlier, she might have rushed into the flames and tried to do something. But when Lowell arrived, everything was over. The fire, the deaths.
Her joy over the physician’s report of her improved health shattered the moment she saw the burnt mansion.
“It can’t be.”
It can’t be our mansion. It must be another mansion.
No matter how much she denied it, nothing changed. The wooden mansion was gone, but the iron gates and fence remained intact, bearing the clear Hessen family crest.
Even after the fire was extinguished, the air was acrid. Smelling the scent of death, Lowell collapsed on the spot, tears flowing uncontrollably.
The royal knight’s voice echoed in her stalled mind.
Her mother, father, brothers, servants – all were declared dead.
“…It doesn’t make sense.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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