“I don’t really want anything.”
“Just playing? Is this some sort of game?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Am I some precious child from a rich family? Are you my brother?”
“Um, no, that’s not it either.”
“If it’s not, then why are you doing this to me?”
Evie asked, soaking wet in the rain, wrapped in a blanket, tightly holding a sandwich in both hands.
The fortune teller silently stared at Evie and finally answered.
“Just because.”
His words were succinct.
“There’s no big meaning. You just caught my eye.”
It was also disappointingly simple.
So Evie’s mind was filled with question marks again. As she was about to ask what he meant, the fortune teller spoke first.
“The world is not so perfect.”
“Perfect?”
“Not everything follows the rules. Some things happen without any reason, fortunately enough.”
“……I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“It means that what you expect might not happen. The world isn’t perfect enough to always meet your expectations.”
At the fortune teller’s ambiguous words, Evie shook her head in dissatisfaction.
“What do you mean, what I expected? I don’t expect anything.”
“Really?”
The fortune teller leaned forward, smiling. As if trying to meet Evie’s eyes, he lowered his body and whispered,
“You’re expecting me to be a bad person.”
Evie’s eyes widened at the unexpected words.
She looked at the fortune teller with a surprised face.
At the same time, she slowly realized. As he said, the expectations she had naturally, like breathing.
It was betrayal. The person who was pretending to be kind revealing their true colors. Sweet bait turning into traps and snares.
So to the grim reality of this cruel world, she would cynically feel relieved, saying, “That’s just the way it is.”
Evie always expected this. Without even realizing it.
“I am…….”
Evie tried to justify herself but trailed off.
She became frightened as she realized. It was scary that someone else had noticed a thought she hadn’t known herself. It felt like she would be punished somehow.
So, as Evie hesitated and shrank back, the fortune teller suddenly laughed lightly.
“Actually, I heard this from someone else.”
“Eh?”
“It’s something someone I know said to me.”
“To you, sir……?”
As Evie asked in a flustered manner, the fortune teller nodded. So Evie blinked her eyes in a daze and grumbled,
“I don’t know them well, but they seem like a very strange person.”
Then the fortune teller burst out laughing. At the sound, Evie was startled once again. It was the first time the gentle fortune teller had laughed so loudly in front of her.
“Yeah, probably the strangest person in the world.”
The fortune teller’s voice somehow sounded cheerful. Like remembering a very close person, perhaps a precious person.
So Evie forgot her momentary shudder and bit her sandwich in irritation.
“Why would you say something that a strange person said? You’re just as strange, sir.”
Evie grumbled like that and shook off the lingering tension.
The sound of rain continued. The firewood crackled and flared, and Evie, buried in a warm blanket, soon found her vision growing dim.
Evie felt drowsiness washing over her but quietly mulled over the words of the fortune teller.
The words that the world was not perfect somehow stuck in her head and would not leave.
To Evie, the world was strange but inevitable. However, the words that it was not perfect caused a crack in Evie’s world.
Like the fortune teller said, or rather, like some strange unknown person said, if the world is not perfect, if what I expected is not always a given,
Perhaps it’s okay to believe a little?
Evie, who had been nodding off, eventually dropped her head. Then the fortune teller came over and picked her up.
When Evie gasped in surprise, the fortune teller whispered,
“It’s okay, just sleep.”
It was a gentle voice. Evie finally closed her eyes in resignation to the voice she could neither refuse nor push away. And then she fell asleep just like that.
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.
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Thus, having learned to hope, it was about eight years later. Even so, Evie Ariate, who had returned to the conclusion that humans are still unreliable, was braiding her hair in front of the mirror.
Morning had dawned.
For Evie, who had caught Duke Montra the night before, today was a day of great importance akin to a battle.
So she braided her hair with all seriousness and tied it tightly with a skyblue ribbon, but in reality, Evie’s mind was somewhere else.
―It’s okay, just sleep.
An unknown voice brushed past her mind.
Last dawn, the count who surprised Evie with too familiar a voice eventually carried Evie to her room.
He laid Evie, who was pretending to be asleep, on the bed, adjusted her pillow, and even covered her with a blanket. Then he sighed once and left.
So Evie, left in the room, spent the night wideeyed in confusion.
‘How could that happen?’
All sorts of conjectures jumbled Evie’s mind.
‘Could it be…….’
Evie scoffed at her thoughts, thinking they were ridiculous. But the scoffing did not last long.
This place is Tiendabis. An airborne continent where logic and illogic coexist. In this imperfect world, nothing is impossible. There is only the will that it is unnecessary.
When her thoughts reached that point, Evie’s heart sunk heavily.
At the same time, the image of the count last night came to mind.
The moment he approached, backlit by the moon, was poignant. Fortunately, he returned only with a wine bottle, but Evie could not help but be surprised, whether it was a coincidence or intentional.
Zion Laurel was an utterly indifferent and rude person. Arrogant and dogmatic, a person whose body and mind’s temperatures were inversely proportional.
But could such a person possibly…….?
‘No, I hate it, don’t!’
Evie hastily shook her head. Then she crumpled up the uncomfortable idea and tossed it somewhere in her mind.
Besides, now is not the time for this. Evie, who had to go to the battlefield, slapped her cheeks with both hands.
Then she regained her composure and, with a more determined face than ever, left the room.
As she stepped into the corridor, she felt various gazes. However, Evie ignored them and moved on.
Soon arriving in the ornate reception room, Evie gracefully bent her knees.
“Did you have a peaceful night?”
Evie greeted the man sitting opposite her with a smile.
“You called me earlier than I thought, Duke Montra.”
Then Cassel Montra, whose eyes were dark and dead, began to glare at Evie more intensely.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
