Chapter 173
I mustered up my courage to say it, but it’s One month later.
The work of transforming the South into a livable place progressed more quickly and smoothly than expected.
Now, grass sprouted in many areas, and trees had begun to grow. It was still too soon for flowers exuding fresh fragrances or for large trees providing shade, but even this was already something.
It was undeniable—the dead land was turning into one of life.
Even the wind felt less harsh and acrid than before.
Perhaps because it no longer carried grains of sand.
‘Ah, everything is good.’
Except for one thing.
Her memories showed no signs of returning.
She had no idea how to resolve this.
As Siren absentmindedly sighed while eating a fig Yasamin had cut for her, he, leisurely flipping through a book beside her, placed a light kiss on her cheek.
“Don’t worry too much. Since you’ve been dreaming about Aquafuran, I think your memories will return soon.”
“But… it’s frustrating. More than anything, I want to know who I was.”
“What does it matter? You are you.”
At some point, he had stopped using formal speech with her.
She didn’t mind.
In fact, she liked him better this way—it felt more natural.
As if he was neither forcing himself nor holding anything back.
“Hey, Yasamin.”
“Mm.”
“Have you ever thought about writing a book?”
“Out of nowhere?”
At her question, Yasamin raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. I just thought… since you read so much, maybe you could write as well.”
Of course, reading and writing were entirely different matters, but there was a reason she brought it up.
Was it yesterday? A memory of an old book she had once found in the royal palace resurfaced from the depths of her mind.
If that book had been a record of actual events, then perhaps—just perhaps—he could write down the memories she had lost.
“I want to see who I was through your eyes. I want to know. Right now, I don’t even know what it is that I’ve forgotten….”
“It’s not a bad idea. My writing might be rough, but I’ll give it a try.”
“Really?”
“If it’s what you want, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
As Yasamin readily agreed, Siren’s face brightened.
She wanted to try every possible way to regain her memories, and now she had another chance.
“If you manage to recover your memories through something I’ve written, that would be interesting in its own way.”
“Yes. And later, when we have children, we could read it to them too.”
“Children?”
His expression shifted in an instant.
Where his gaze had been relaxed just moments ago, there was now a sharp intensity.
Noticing the change, Siren flinched, and Yasamin softened his eyes again.
“Children… yes, I suppose it would be nice to tell them as well.”
“…Do you not want children?”
“I want you. More desperately than you can imagine.”
His gaze fixed on her, his low murmur filled with sincerity.
It was truly, undeniably sincere.
As Siren, moved by this sincerity, was quietly touched, Yasamin’s hand suddenly slipped inside her thigh.
“If we’re going to have a child, there’s something we need to do first.”
“Ah!”
“Huh? Explain it yourself. With those lips.”
His wicked hand moved mischievously. They had done it last night and the night before!
It wasn’t that she disliked it, of course.
But… but it was broad daylight, with the sun shining everywhere!
Of course, she had become quite accustomed to their intimate moments, but they had never done it when it was so bright.
“You’re already twitching.”
“That’s… because you’re touching me… like that.”
“I know. I just said it because you’re cute.”
You rascal.
As she clung to him, embracing his neck, Yasamin chuckled.
“We need to be quiet, right? The maids cleaning outside might hear us.”
“Ah… eep.”
“Good girl.”
Yasamin teased her by caressing between her b******s. Then, as he slowly moved his fingers down, she quickly became wet.
“Ah, Yasamin… Yasamin.”
“Yes, why are you calling me?”
“Ah… I, I can’t take it anymore.”
“And?”
You’re so mean. So wicked.
Those words lingered in her mouth but then faded away.
Siren, whose expression turned tearful with each of his touches, finally whispered in a very small voice.
“…I want to.”
“Hmm, I didn’t hear you.”
“……!”
That’s too much.
hard to say it again.
However, Yasamin’s smug smile made it seem like he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.
Siren, fidgeting, finally lowered her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
“I want to….”
“Cute. Good job.”
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