She thought the man was dead.
His raven black hair, long eyelashes, sharp jawline and plump lips.
As she was treating him, Swan fell in love.
“I-I think I’m pregnant. So, uh, take me as your wife…”
All because of ‘love’. Oh to be condescending as a young girl. The man didn’t love Swan, she was only a toy of momentary interest for him.
Atlion never answered her question.
“You’re the one who said you wanted me. Didn’t you say you’ve never regretted a day that you were with me?”
“Heart is something that changes as much as we want, Your Majesty.”
It was hell.
Her words seemed to make my blood vessels harden.
I always want to see and touch her, but she won’t allow it anymore.
I’m afraid of you.
You, who don’t love me.
The story of Swan, who once loved a man with lost memories- “Atlion”. What will become of this perplexing romance?