If We Still Don't Have Marriage Partners in a Year

Franz faced Arian.

Rosy cheeks, lips as red as cherries, and a gorgeous sky-blue dress. Arian’s appearance, dressed up for the party, suited the snowy North perfectly.

She had been pretty enough when they went to the social gathering together, but she was even prettier now. So much so that, if one looked solely at her appearance, there was truly not a single flaw to be found.

If one were to pass her on the street without knowing her, one’s head might naturally turn to look.

“Is there something on my face?”

Franz asked, as Arian was staring blankly at his face.

At that, she startled a beat late and let out a dumbfounded sound.

“H-huh?”

“I asked if there was something on my face.”

“N-no? There’s nothing on it.”...