100% Love Hidden Behind His Coldness

Synopsis

I was the least important daughter of my father. Ever since I was little, I knew I had a strange ability: I could see how much people liked others. A number floated right above each person's head, clear and impossible to miss. As for the favorability toward me, my mother was at -20, my sister was at -50, and the servants fell somewhere between 0 and 30. I'd long since stopped caring. Then one day, I was forced into marrying a prince in my sister's place. People said he was a ruthless man who would kill someone without a second thought. On our wedding night, I kept my head down and trembled, waiting to get thrown out at any moment. But then, I noticed a glaring number floating right above his head: 100. Favorability: 100. I froze. Was this the guy everyone claimed hated me so much that he would rather see me dead? His favorability was 100? I couldn't believe it. He spoke coldly, "Don't think marrying me changes anything. This mansion doesn't keep freeloaders." Favorability: 100. He flicked his sleeve and walked away. "Don't show up in front of me unless you absolutely have to." Favorability: 100. He left me in the west wing and didn't check on me for three months, but behind my back, he made sure I got the best charcoal, the softest blankets, and the freshest pastries. Favorability: 100. I pretended not to notice and played along with him for three years, keeping up the act of the cold-hearted prince and his unloved wife. Then one day, I saw a number floating above his head when he faced my sister: -50. But the moment he turned to look at me, that number flickered and shot up past 100. I decided to stop pretending. "Do you love me?" I asked him. His face turned bright red, and the favorability number went wild, blasting right past the maximum. "You're out of line!" he blurted, flustered. Favorability: 100+ (overflow). I couldn't help laughing. "That number above your head totally gave you away." He was stunned. For the first time ever, I saw the man who looked cold for three years turn as red as a lobster.