The Youngest of the Wecker Family Doesn’t Want to Be Loved

In the summer of my twentieth year, wishing to be loved by my family, a being from another dimension transmigrated into my body. Only after undoing the traces he left behind did I realize. It wasn’t because I was Liriel Wecker that I wasn’t loved. It was because I was me. So, I no longer wanted to be loved. But then. After abandoning the Wecker family, which was my whole life, I met him in the North. A strange man with iolite-colored eyes, wearing just a thin shirt even on the white snowfield. ⋆⭒˚☾⋆.˚ ⋆⭒˚☾⋆.˚ ⋆⭒˚☾⋆.˚ “I-I was wrong.” Liriel squeezed his eyes shut and added hastily. “I ate Your Grace’s strawberries!” His lowered shoulders trembled. Almost on the verge of tears, Li...