Happy (Anthology) Manhua

Title: Drowning in Gold In the bustling city of Lumiere, where lights danced on the cobblestone streets and laughter filled the air, there lived a girl named Elara. With eyes as deep as the ocean and a heart as fragile as glass, Elara was known for her ethereal beauty and haunting melodies that echoed through the narrow alleys. Despite her enchanting presence, Elara carried a heavy burden within her soul. She was trapped in a loveless marriage to an influential nobleman, Count Lucien, whose cruelty matched the sharp edges of the diamonds adorning his fingers. One fateful evening, as Elara performed at a lavish gala in the Count's grand estate, a mysterious stranger caught her eye. Cloaked in shadows and exuding an air of quiet confidence, he watched her with an intensity that made her heart flutter with a strange mixture of fear and intrigue. As the night wore on, Elara found herself drawn to the enigmatic stranger, their gazes locked in a silent dance of longing and melancholy. With each passing moment, she felt the threads of her existence unraveling, caught between duty and desire, between the chains of a loveless marriage and the promise of something more. When the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of the gala, the stranger approached Elara with a gentle smile that set her heart ablaze. In a voice as smooth as silk and as rich as aged wine, he whispered, "You deserve to be loved, Elara. Not just admired from afar, but truly loved for the golden soul that you are." And in that moment, bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles and the distant hum of music, Elara saw herself reflected in the stranger's eyes - a woman of worth, of strength, of untold beauty waiting to be unveiled. With a tremulous smile, she reached out to him, her hand trembling in the cool night air. As their fingers touched, a spark ignited between them, a spark that promised a future where love would be the guiding light amidst the shadows of the past. And in that embrace, Elara knew that she was no longer drowning in sorrow, but rising above it, bathed in the shimmering warmth of a love that was truly her own.