A Contract Marriage into the Family

A while ago, I wrote a story called "The Madam Is Always Right," dreaming of a pure and simple love...

Now, after the passage of time, my heart has grown more levelheaded about love.

A password you can't remember is like the green years you can't return to. So what? Let the past stay in the past. With a new pen name and a new mood, I'll keep letting my imagination run wild in the world of fiction...

That year, she was twelve and the other girl was ten. Through a twist of fate, they became creditor and debtor, and even the only bronze plaque inscribed with their parents' handwriting was put up as collateral.

When they met again, she was eighteen and the other girl was sixteen. A contract said they would marry without love... because they had no choice.

What was love? They didn't know. As they learned to accept and care for each other, and found themselves in harmony, the feeling was complicated, and not entirely sweet...

(This is a lighthearted story. I'm hopeless at writing blurbs and such, so please show it lots of support~)