She died… or did she?
Aria was not a noblewoman, she was just a normal citizen living her boring life in the 21st century. However, by some kind of miracle, witchcraft, parallel universe or whatever it is, she somehow ends up living in someone else's body. A body and face like a replica of her own, a noblewoman who she shares the same name with. She's now Lady Aria Lanchester, thus she has no choice but to navigate the treacherous path imposed on her. But why is this two-face purpled-eye delicacy of a man always clinging to her?
"I'll give you anything."
"Anything?"
I raised my left hand and softly touched one of his eyelids through my thumb.
"Then give me your eyes."
His warm large hand presses against mine while he slightly tilted his face, making it seem like I'm cupping his face. He closed both of his eyes and a slight smile formed on his lips.
"You can gounge it whenever you like."