From the Start, I'm Given an Arrogant Fiancé [Western Fantasy]

A super-sweet, mutually healing romance is now serializing! Click the author's profile for Back Before the Gentle Crown Prince's Rebellion.

[Blurb One]

Zheng Jinghe transmigrated and became the dimwitted daughter everyone hated in the family of a butcher named Zheng in the capital.

Wanting someone to care for his daughter after he was gone, Butcher Zheng decided to post a notice seeking a husband for her.

The news caused quite a stir across the capital, and everyone mocked him, asking who would marry a fool.

Then, just as the notice had gone unanswered and people were starting to forget about it, someone took it down.

The sage who existed only in rumors looked at the crowd, his temples damp. Though clearly anxious, he still asked gently, "May I ask where Miss Zheng is now? It seems she has forgotten to write back to me again."

[Blurb Two]

As Zhou Huaiyu neared the end of his life, what he found hardest to let go of was his pen pal, whom he had never met. Even gravely ill and confined to bed, her letters still brimmed with stubborn resolve, like the most inconspicuous weed in a corner of the Eastern Palace that had somehow stopped him from taking his own life time and again.

But now, he was tired.

As he lay in a pool of blood, a sudden gale swept through. A sheet of white paper drifted down, stained red. The once-bold handwriting had grown faint, with only one sentence remaining: "Could we meet, just once?"

Zhou Huaiyu raised a bloodied hand, but he managed to write only the first stroke of "Yes" before his hand fell limply back down.

In an unfamiliar era, unknown to him, the sounds of emergency treatment filled a hospital room. The jumble of machines fell silent all at once, their readings flatlining.

When the girl lying in the hospital bed opened her eyes again, she saw a completely unfamiliar place and unfamiliar people.

--[The only way to save him is to strengthen his will to live. His life force is at just 20 right now. If his will to live falls below 10, he could relapse at any moment.]

--[Why do you want to save him? Without him, you could live a much better life with my help. Is it really just because of those few letters you exchanged across time and space?]

"..."

"Yes. It's because of those letters."

If it weren't for those letters, she might have given up long ago.

--Story Blurb--

Laila's first impression of Lunst: Arrogant and cold, with all the typical flaws of a noble young man.

Lunst's first impression of Laila: Rude and vulgar, a red-haired monster crawled out of the slums.

--"I will never fall for him/her."

But a childhood betrothal arranged by their parents bound them together.

"Don't meet me unless you have to. Don't come looking for me. And if possible, don't contact me, even when you have to."

The boy laid down these rules with utter conviction. He never imagined that later he would be the one longing to find her and see her. Even her red hair, which he once thought could not be wilder, came to seem dazzling.

He could never have imagined, either, that one day he would feel unworthy in her presence, afraid she would hate the way he had been disfigured, afraid she would no longer trust him or would find him repulsive.

The snake's tail that had grown from him made him wish he could cut it off. Its slick scales and the thick black sludge nearly dragged him into the abyss.

But someone parted the sludge and reached out a hand, holding firmly on to him.

--What you don't know is, if you hadn't appeared that night, I might have become a monster, lost my mind and utterly devoid of humanity.

*My own take on Western fantasy

*Straight-talking girl x sensitive, awkward weirdo

Theme: The meaning of life lies in constant progress