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I don't know what kind of hardships I endured, but I found myself at the bottom of a cliff, covered in scratches. After searching for a long time, I finally spotted Shu Zhan Yan among the grass, his clothes tattered and worn.
Due to the humid climate at the cliff's base, the soil was soft. When Shu Zhan Yan fell, he was caught by several towering trees, which reduced his impact speed. As a result, although he was badly injured, he was still alive.
At this moment, it was time to showcase my skills from my previous life. I was a top student at a Traditional Chinese Medicine academy, well-versed in my field. However, due to my weight, I wasn't very well-liked. My research paper had been tampered with by my advisor, and in that state of disappointment and insecurity, I stepped out for some dumplings and ended up crossing over into the body of a thin person.
The reason I recall this past is that I can set bones and gather herbs; I am a reincarnation of Hua Tuo. Of course, this applies to this ancient era.
I found a cave and placed Shu Zhan Yan inside, carefully setting his bones back in place. He remained unconscious while I climbed up and down the area, gathering many herbs and crushing them to apply on his scraped skin.
The moon here is larger than that of my hometown; perhaps this illusion comes from the man lying behind me in the cave. In the past, I would run away at the sight of him, but now he lay so quietly. He looked particularly handsome while sleeping, like a devoted and stubborn lover who only watched over me.
He remained in a deep sleep for three days. Each day, I gathered some wild fruits, crushed them, and fed them to him until tonight when he showed signs of waking.
The night breeze grew cooler; autumn was approaching.
Shu Zhan Yan furrowed his brow, sweating profusely yet still complaining of being cold. Worriedly, I touched his forehead; it felt like fire. Just as I was about to fetch some water, he grabbed my hand.
With cracked lips moving slightly, Shu Zhan Yan murmured, "I'm so cold..."
I sighed softly at the moon and then took off my own clothes to wrap around him. This is how they do it on TV, isn't it?
In his hazy consciousness, Shu Zhan Yan seemed to see me as a savior in his time of need and quickly pulled me close. I pressed my lips against his dry ones, offering him a hint of moisture...
I stripped down, feeling as slippery as a little loach, casting my face aside as I took the initiative to unbutton his clothes, then pressed myself against his scorching chest. Though his eyes were closed, he furrowed his brows several times. I pretended not to notice and coiled around him like a serpent.
Like wet firewood meeting a spark, I poured all my youthful passion into Shu Zhan Yan. If this was the way to awaken him, I had no choice but to do it. But clearly, in that fleeting moment of our union, he felt both joy and pain; he wanted to push me away yet couldn't bear to let go.
...
This warming up lasted a full ten days.
Finally, one day.
“Shu Zhan Yan! You’re awake!” I approached him with a wooden ladle in hand, splashing water on myself from excitement without even noticing the cool dampness.
Yet the one who had captured my heart still wore a cold expression, just like the disappointment he had shown me before he fell off the cliff when he regarded me as an enemy.
“Shu Zhan Yan, I have nothing to do with Seventeenth Prince! Do you believe me?”
I hadn’t intended to explain, but I bit my lip and offered a brief clarification.
Shu Zhan Yan didn’t even glance at me as he brushed past, his words as cold as the moonlight on a night stream: “Excuse me.”
The ladle fell at my feet, splashing his clothes' hem, yet he didn’t stop for a moment.
The words “Excuse me” felt like ice crystals falling onto a jade plate, sending a chill through my heart.
The grievances within me swelled and spread, blurring my vision as I shouted at him, “Shu Zhan Yan, you have wronged me.”
This was not like the playful banter of the past when I would jokingly call him a “heartless man” or a “cold lover.” I put all my strength into pronouncing the words “have wronged,” ensuring that tears wouldn’t betray me and fall.
Indeed, I felt wronged.
That fleeting joy was merely a transaction; we owed each other nothing.
In stories of the present world, there’s often a common term for women who give themselves only to be abandoned: “fools.”
Perhaps my foolishness for Shu Zhan Yan began with that single chicken leg he handed to me. I do not know, nor do I wish to know.
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