They knew you as the most beautifully sick woman in the entire town. You had a lung disease, nothing serious, but you couldn't go outside in the winters.

And what about beautiful? Well, that explained itself.

But... Maybe, and just maybe... if you weren't so bitter , like your mother said, you could get a good husband.

"Don't pay attention to her..." Muzan murmured, entering through the window, like every winter night, and lightly caressing your cheek, while you were reading a couple of letters from your father in front of the stove. Quickly, you turned your face away and he smiled slightly, entertained.