“I lived there for about 2 years. I somehow wanted to see it since that was the relatively good period in Bis. I’m curious about how it is now.”
In fact, Evie remembered that time with the astrologer as the warmest moment of her life.
But the reason she couldn’t express it honestly was because those dreamlike days were cut off and ended so harshly.
“But why did you leave that house?”
“The astrologer left. … Excuse me, aren’t your questions a bit unnecessary?”
As DS was pressing further, Evie answered reluctantly and rebuked him.
Evie didn’t find this subject very pleasant.
The astrologer was someone who came to find Evie one day.
He stayed by Evie, who had been thoroughly alone, provided a place to live, and taught her many things.
He cherished Evie, who was doubtful and wild, without any compensation.
On the other hand, he didn’t tell her anything about himself.
Then he suddenly left when Evie opened her heart. Pushing away the young Evie who pleaded with him not to go.
To Evie, that man was a savior and a betrayer.
It was a sorrow that couldn’t be found and deliberately forgotten, yet a longing that never disappeared.
“I couldn’t stay in that house anymore because he suddenly disappeared. It wasn’t that the landlord told me to leave, but you know. I waited in that house for the first month, thinking he might come back, but he never came, so I went looking for him and never came back.”
Evie spoke nonchalantly as if it were all in the past.
Fortunately, DS didn’t ask further, and Evie turned her gaze to the window.
Then she deliberately repeated the words she had said to DS earlier.
It’s just because there’s time to go see. Just curious. That’s all.
If she doesn’t find anything, she will certainly be disappointed, so it was to break her expectations.
Nevertheless, Evie’s heart was beating faster than usual, and she couldn’t help that.
.
.
.
The village was surrounded by a barley field where bluegreen sprouts were coming up.
Beyond the wide field where the green barley lay and rose repeatedly in the wind, the entrance to the small village could be seen.
Unlike the city that Evie and DS had visited earlier, the village was very quiet.
Judging by the expressions of the people they met on the road, even the arrival of a longdistance carriage was rare.
So Evie took off the cape worn by the Tienda nobles before getting off the carriage and changed into a coat that DS had bought earlier.
Even after she put on the earmuffs and got off the carriage, she could still feel the keen interest of the villagers.
Ignoring them, Evie searched her memory and headed for the house where she once lived.
She thought she might wander a bit since it had been so long, but the memory was surprisingly clear, and the village was still the same.
So Evie was able to find it quickly. The twostory house with the pretty fence and green roof.
“Is this the place?”
DS asked, but Evie, wearing earplugs, neither heard nor answered.
She simply scanned the exterior of the house with her eyes.
This house was the same as then. Except for painting the fence anew, everything else was the same. Was that lady still renting it out?
Then about six children rushed out of that house.
They were children of various ages, from a quite grownup boy to a little kid about ten years old. However, they didn’t look like siblings.
These children, after glancing at Evie and DS, who were outsiders, quickly lost interest and chattered among themselves.
Then they suddenly shouted out loud.
“Hey, where’s the ball?”
“Ah, right. Teacher!”
The child’s loud voice could not be blocked even with earplugs.
‘Teacher?’
So Evie looked back at the children with a puzzled face.
“Teacher, please throw the ball!”
“Teacher!”
The children yelled at the secondfloor window with all their might.
After a while, along with a creaking noise, the window opened outward.
Fortunately, the children’s voices must have been heard well, as the man who came to the window was holding a ball in his hand.
However, that man did not simply hand over the ball to the children. On the contrary, he threw the ball with all his might to the far side of the sky.
“Aargh! Teacher, what’s that!”
“Ah, such a real personality!”
The children looked at the ball flying far away and lamented, then hurriedly ran after the ball.
‘What is this…?’
Evie was quite taken aback.
From the children’s attitude, it seemed that this person called ‘teacher’ acting in this way was not just a one or twoday thing.
Evie looked at the man who had made the children run away, baffled.
Then she was greatly surprised.
‘Uh…?’
The man standing at the window was wearing glasses.
But behind those glasses was a face that was too handsome.
How handsome? As handsome as Count Zion Laurel.
Moreover, his hair was bright blond, just like the Count’s.
So Evie was thrown into confusion.
Why? Why does that man have Zion Laurel’s face? Is it just a resemblance? A delusion? A dream?
It was when Evie was seriously pondering.
The man, leisurely enjoying the children’s retreating figures, belatedly discovered Evie looking at him.
The man looked at Evie and paused. Then he simply closed the window and went inside.
‘Could it be!’
Evie didn’t think any further and rushed into the house.
She then went up to the room with that window and pulled open the door without knocking.
Fortunately, the door opened immediately, and a completely unfamiliar scene unfolded before Evie’s eyes.
In the room once used by an astrologer, therefore familiar in both layout and lighting, a man who looked exactly like Zion Laurel was standing.
He was looking at Evie not with surprise but with a puzzled face.
His lips moved. She couldn’t hear him due to the earplugs, but by the shape of his mouth, it seemed like he was asking what was going on.
So it was Evie who wanted to ask.
How should she accept this situation, where a man doing the work of a teacher in a house she once lived in looks exactly like Zion Laurel, and to top it off, has a strange face as if seeing Evie for the first time?
Evie then gently lowered her gaze.
She looked closely at the man’s hands resting near his thigh.
Fortunately, he was barehanded, and seeing his hand, Evie soon smiled in relief.
“I apologize. I must have been mistaken. I have been very rude.”
Evie said so and turned around.
Then, going down the stairs, she bit her lip and smiled.
The man’s hands, mismatched with his delicate face, were full of scars.
There were recent scars that still looked red, and old scars that were now white and left only a mark.
Among them were scars that Evie distinctly remembered.
So Evie didn’t doubt it now.
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.
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
