I'm an evil dragon, and I have a gentle, handsome husband who has passed away.
I spent more than twenty years by his tombstone, until I finally met a "son" I had never heard of.
When I heard my "son" read me the Letter to My Wife, I learned that the last gift my late husband left me was freedom.
The memories buried deep in my mind opened up once more, and the past came back before my eyes.
I thought I could no longer feel heartache. So why were tears sliding down my face?
I'm an evil dragon. I always have been.
Maybe I once dreamed, for a few short decades, of being a good dragon. But when I woke up, I still thought of myself as an evil dragon. Just as I was about to forget that dream, the Letter to My Wife someone left behind pulled me back into it.
The thick diary he left me brought every little detail of the past back before my eyes. Suddenly, that person's figure seemed so close, as if he had never gone far away.
Reading Guide:
1. Gentle househusband x aloof dragon wife of the mountains.
2. Sweet with angst, raising-and-growing-up romance.
3. An ensemble cast.
4. Content warning: First-person diary format, divided into two volumes that correspond to the male and female leads' perspectives. The female lead also has a female white moonlight.
5. Written for love. I'll consider suggestions, but I definitely won't make major changes.
Theme: Cherish the person by your side
