The Illegitimate Flame: Bride of Ashes - Chapter 14- in love

Qin Shiwu grew up listening to his parents’ love stories from an early age.

He learned that his mother was known as a beautiful, gentle and virtuous Omega at school.

He learned that his father was known as a talented and courteous scholar Alpha.

Rumor has it that when they were in high school, they fell in love at first sight, became a harmonious couple and never had a single quarrel.

Once he transmigrated, he went sixteen years back to the time when his parents were still in high school and became a little fool who was bullied by everyone.

Who will tell him——

This person who grabbed him by the neck and shoved him to the ground! The super as*hole school bully who can’t get 100 points in all nine subjects is his father?!

That cold, unfeeling, kaolin flower, iceberg person, the most alpha Alpha in the whole school whom no one dares approach within a 500-mile radius is his mother???

Wait, mom! Were you so wild when you were young? You’re pretending to be an alpha!

Wait, Dad!! That’s your wife!! Is it really okay for you to fight with him now!!

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Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.