[Brooding sister-obsessed man × lovestruck beauty ✘ devoted couple ✘ cherished above all ✘ aloof beauty brought down from his pedestal ✘ peerless beauty ✘ groveling pursuit ✘ devoted couple]
Fra il beauty × restrained, celibate tutor | A slow-burn romance | Her elder brother reigns supreme
She was frail and sickly from birth, coughing up blood or fainting at the slightest thing. She wore a longevity lock from childhood.
A fortune-teller declared she wouldn’t live past eight, and everyone knew her as a sickly beauty.
When she was six, her parents died in battle. At eight, a close friend of her father took her in, and she became the third young lady of the Duke’s household.
On her birthday, she did something outrageous. He drove her out of his room. “The younger sister I raised with my own hands would do something so shameless?”
She was sent away overnight to recover at an estate. Two years later, she returned, having learned the rules and how to treat him with the utmost respect. Yet she understood less and less what he was trying to do.
Even if she became someone else’s wife, so what if she belonged to someone else? If I take her, she’ll be mine.
My methods aren’t honorable?
I’m stealing another man’s wife. Why should I care about saving face?
You’re despicable and shameless?
I was never a good person. The younger sister I raised with my own hands was always meant to be my wife!
…
On her wedding night, the wedding candles were blown out, and someone covered her mouth from behind.
“Help! There’s a lecher... Mmph...”
“My sweet Jiaojiao, I’ve waited far too long for this day.”
He was a righteous gentleman praised by everyone, the Crown Prince’s tutor, and the future head of the Duke’s household.
Only she knew how mad he was.
Later, as he held her in his arms, he leaned close to her ear and laughed softly. “You don’t have to do that sort of thing yourself, Jiaojiao. Leave it to your big brother.”
The author writes wonderfully! The writing is delicate, and many small details are beautifully depicted. Love is the succumb to one's free will, an impulse that is desperately tried to be controlled yet ultimately uncontrollable. The one who is loved is fearless, while the one who loves foolishly imprisons themselves. How can a novel be written so perfectly according to my own sensibilities?!