His narrowed eyes were still fixed in that same haughty, disdainful way he had looked at the world when they first met. But now the sharp dagger was pressed against her slightly rounded belly. As the blade sank inch by inch, her robe, embroidered with intricate patterns, bloomed half red. Even as she slowly closed her eyes, she wore a faint smile. The blood staining the robe was on the fine clothes he had once ridden a thousand miles to buy for her. And the blood flowing from them belonged to both of them. Once more, the garden was filled with the faint fragrance of pear blossoms. But the one who had picked garlands of pear blossoms for her had already gone far, far away.
This female lead is utterly incompetent; she's either injured or on her way to being injured, either being killed or waiting to be killed, and she's always causing trouble. I don't understand why the male lead falls for her. Since the author is making a time-travel story, at least make the female lead somewhat capable. I have no interest in continuing to read.
It's so good! I love this kind of angst-filled story. I don't know why, even though it's so heartbreaking, I still love it! Ah, I'm so shy, the more angst it is, the more I like it! How can I describe my excitement?!
It's quite good, but I'm really speechless about the character design. The male and female leads are practically mute; they either don't say or explain anything, or they say the opposite of what they mean. Their misunderstandings are entirely their own fault.
The female protagonist has masochistic tendencies
Thank you for your hard work, author.
The female lead doesn't know love.
Keep it up! 😉
I read the first twenty chapters; the writing is very good, but the female lead is a bit like a songstress.
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