Sharti finished off half the bread in the basket, indulging in overeating for the first time in a while.
Normally, she would have been more frugal, but she quickly shrugged off any regrets.
‘No need to feel bad about it.’
She needed to visit the log house first to fetch clothes for the man. This meant she had to conserve her energy for the round trip between the house and the cave.
‘It was delicious.’
The satisfaction from the sugar and butter was undeniable.
After finishing the meal, Sharti stood up, and the man followed suit.
“Are you going? …you?”
Sharti, rummaging through her bag, shook her head and pointed to the bed.
The man obediently sat down on the bed as instructed.
‘He won’t be able to wrap the bandages by himself.’
Sharti took out the bandages and sat beside him.
As soon as the man raised his arm, Sharti began to unwrap the bandage around his abdomen. Thankfully, the area she kneed him wasn’t the abdomen.
She applied antiseptic to the healing wound and rubbed in the herbs.
“…….”
It was the same delicate and meticulous care he had been receiving.
The difference was that this time, he could see Sharti treating him, even though his gaze kept wandering above her hood.
“…….”
Wasting herbs was out of the question.
Before the man could respond, Sharti hugged him, wrapping her arms around him to start wrapping the bandages.
Every time her breath touched his skin as she wrapped the bandages, his muscles twitched noticeably.
Slap. Sharti quickly cautioned him, and the man clenched his teeth and nodded.
“Now I have to do everything myself.”
“….?”
Misunderstanding his words, Sharti decided to let it go.
‘Without memory, informal speech must be easier for him.’
Forcing him to change might not help him recover his memory, so she decided to leave it as is.
Sharti diligently applied medicine to even the smallest wounds.
After a while, the man, who had been silent, seemed to remember something.
“What were you going to say earlier? …you?”
At Sharti’s questioning gaze, the man gestured towards her stomach.
The embarrassing memory returned, and Sharti quickly covered her belly.
“Doctor?”
“And what about me? …you?”
The man asked.
“Give me a title too. …you. Or…”
“…….”
The man closed his mouth.
Sharti looked at him, wondering what was wrong.
He averted his gaze.
‘Doesn’t he like the title? It’s perfectly fitting for a patient and doctor relationship.’
Sharti glanced at him slightly.
“Let’s stick with Patient. …you.”
He sighed as if giving in.
‘Right, he said he couldn’t remember his name.’
But it was best if he chose his own name.
It seemed contradictory to name him when she didn’t plan to get too familiar.
“…….”
Instead of responding verbally, the man showed his attempt.
Sharti was speechless at his clumsy effort.
‘Is he wrapping bandages or tying ropes?’
Even when Tain first attempted bandaging, it wasn’t this bad.
In the end, she had to wrap the bandages around his thick thigh herself.
“No. …you.”
The man sniffed the strong scent of herbs emanating from his body and nodded his head.
Having finished her task, Sharti stood up, and the man reflexively followed her lead.
“Can’t I go with you? …you?”
“But then you, I mean Doctor, will have to make the trip twice. …you.”
The last thing she needed was for his large frame to be mistaken for game and get shot with an arrow.
It was easier to travel during the day than at night, as the village hunters didn’t climb the mountain at night.
The man cast his eyes downward.
“…I promised.”
He followed Sharti to the mouth of the cave, muttering softly.
“That you would hide me.”
His thick fingers grasped the sleeve of Sharti’s robe.
“I’ll wait. Right here.”
Sharti turned to face him, his earnest and pleading gaze meeting hers. She detached his hand from her sleeve and hooked her pinkie finger with his.
“…?”
He seemed unfamiliar with the meaning of a pinkie promise.
Sharti turned away from him.
Even as she blocked the cave entrance, his gaze did not waver.
‘I need to bring clothes and clean the house too.’
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
