You, Who's Kind Only To Me - Chapter 20
Surprised, Ren blinked and turned her head toward where the wind was blowing. The window was wide open, and the fluttering curtain could be seen.
Most notably, what caught her eye was the sight of the man uncomfortably asleep, leaning against the headboard of the bed.
Ren cautiously approached the man, exuding the curiosity of a young spirit.
Around him, numerous ‘traces’ were intertwined.
The most powerful curse coiled around his upper body, while various other minor curses abounded. What kind of life had this man lived to be entangled with such curses?
A silvery energy, flickering like growing coral or a silver wing, extended along her left shoulder blade. Normally, the man, who would have been sensitive to the slightest hint of someone standing at the door, but he remained quietly asleep despite the presence of another being in the room.
Ren approached the sleeping Duke.
Moonlight slid down his pale cheek.
She was more enamored with the man’s voice than his face, yet at this moment, she found herself holding her breath.
Illuminated by the moonlight, the face now coexisted with faint light and shadows, the shades becoming particularly deep. His distinct and handsome features were tinged with a pallid hue, while his red lips took on a bluish tinge, giving off a purplish color.
She was strangely possessed. She quietly gazed at him, but when his long eyelashes flickered and trembled, she was surprised.
She instinctively withdrew her hand that had been reaching toward his face.
‘Did I wake him…?’
However, whether it was fortunate or unfortunate…
Lucas didn’t open his eyes. Instead, a soft groan escaped his mouth, while he was still asleep.
Ren was taken aback. The feeble moan seemed impossible to come from the much larger and sturdier man who had saved her.
The man’s neck moved. Cold sweat trickled down his graceful neck.
She gasped when she suddenly heard her name from him, but he didn’t call her again.
The man didn’t wake despite letting out pained groans. Instead, even at a distance, she could feel his body boiling.
For a while, Ren quietly watched over him. It became apparent that the man seemed to be having a nightmare.
His face appeared to be immersed in deep loss, as if forcibly losing someone.
And she realized that the ‘Ren’ he was searching for was someone other than her.
‘Who is it that you yearn for so desperately?’
After all, there’s no way this man would ever call her with such longing.
The repeated plea not to go. The moonlight settling on his pale cheeks took on the faint blue color of dawn.
She felt the deep longing and fierce attachment emanating from his voice. At the same time, deep frustration and sorrow…
In just the name ‘Ren’ it contained all of that.
What kind of person was this Ren to evoke such feelings from this man?
Suddenly, she was curious. Unconsciously, she reached out and gently caressed his cheek, and she spoke.
“I hope you’re living well.”
Then she blinked, pausing for a moment.
‘Why am I having these thoughts…?’
Even though it had only been a few days since she had met the person who saved her.
It was as if she was reuniting with someone she hadn’t seen in a very long time, overflowing with concern and worry.
Feeling a little perplexed, she regained her senses at the warmth that her fingertips touched. The low, simmering groan that tickled her eardrums.
He was strong yet tender, fragile but strong. Looking at the shadow of nightmares that cast over his handsome face, made her feel strangely heartbroken.
Since the first time she saw him, there had been a corner of her heart that kept getting touched.
Ren sat at the edge of Lucas’s bed, where he laid at an angle.
“Don’t be in pain.”
He was someone who she owed her life to. She wished he wouldn’t be in pain.
She had followed him wherever he took her to repay her debt, but she hadn’t wanted to see him struggle like this.
How could she be of help to him?
Thinking deeply, Ren decided to sing for him.
[A small boat by the riverside under the starry sky. A lost lamb approaches.]
In the pale dawn, she opened her mouth for her one and only audience.
The morning at Daverid Castle began with the sound of water filling the moat.
Blink. The man, wincing and quivering as his eyelids were under attack from the warm sunlight, slowly raised his eyes.
At first, he thought he was seeing things wrong.
The sunlight overflowed from the window, filling the bed with brightness.
He let out a low cry as he struggled to lift his unusually heavy body. It feels like his whole body is drooping. To put it bluntly, it was a sensation he hadn’t experienced in nearly ten years.
That’s the history of his insomnia.
He grasped his head at this absurd situation. How many hours had he slept? His head hurt so much that it felt like it would burst. Johann would faint from shock if he saw this.
He sighed and pulled himself up. His sturdy torso was exposed through the loosely tied robe.
The bright sunlight greedily enveloped his body.
Lucas looked down at the bed with a displeased expression.
‘When did I fall asleep?’
To lie down in such a peaceful manner too.
After sleeping well for the first time in nearly ten years, his mind was oddly clear. Disliking this, Lucas felt his mind slip and quietly clicked his tongue before turning his head.
Huh- His red eyes widened slightly.
‘Goodbye. Have a good dream.’