[A slow-witted, sickly beauty × a seemingly gentle but secretly twisted crown prince] [Sweet historical romance, very sweet with no angst, one-on-one and both leads are devoted to each other]
[The crown prince pretends to be gentle, frail, and noble. He’s fooled the entire capital.]
[But in front of Ruan Mian, he doesn’t want to keep up the act for even one more day.]
Ruan Mian is the capital’s most beautiful sickly young woman. She’s slow to react, frail and often ill, and out of breath after just a few steps.
She has a childhood friend who’s also a crown prince: gentle as jade and peerless in the world.
Everyone in the capital says the crown prince only pities her.
Ruan Mian thinks so too.
So she decides to marry someone else.
At her first matchmaking meeting, the man says she’ll bring misfortune to her husband.
At the second, the man says she won’t live long.
By the third, not a single man in the capital dares marry her.
So Ruan Mian goes to the crown prince to complain through her tears.
He gently wipes them away, then softly asks, “So, will you marry me?”
Ruan Mian sobs, “But you don’t even like me…”
He smiles. It’s a beautiful smile, but for some reason it sends a chill down your spine.
“Don’t like you?”
The crown prince leans in, resting his forehead against Ruan Mian’s, his voice low and husky.
“Mianmian, I’ve pretended to be a gentleman for twelve years.”
“For twelve years, every time you called me ‘Crown Prince Brother,’ it felt like you were stabbing me in the heart.”
“And you still say I don’t like you?”
