I got into the middle of a 19th-century gothic bad-ending novel, “The Blood Moon,” and the only reason why I read it until the end was because I liked the desperation of the Male Lead in the original works.
“If you don’t meet your quota today, you’ll starve.”
Why did she have to be an extra s*ave among so many characters?
While searching for a way to escape from her current predicament, she stumbled upon the Male Lead locked in chains, and it’s hard to imagine how anyone could be so miserable.
‘I didn’t know he would look like this.’
“…That must have hurt.”
It was a man who has never enjoyed true happiness, and has been tormented by his natural strength since childhood. But he has never been able to receive love.
She felt so sorry for him because he wasn’t even able to meet his fated one yet.
So she gave him herbs and water.
“If only I could break these chains!”
She shoved the herb she had just chewed upon into his lips.
She could feel the muscles in his jaw stiffen.
She didn’t have the time to think about the fact that this was a first for him. He had grown up being called a freak, and he didn’t even know that he was being cared for because he was ill. It never crossed his mind.