Only the rustling of trees and grass in the mountain breeze filled the air.
Sharti suppressed the rising impatience.
She had to avoid the usual shortcuts.
Through the thick grass, mud, and dense trees, Sharti knew the mountain terrain as well as any villager.
‘But just in case.’
She tightly grasped the herbs in her bag.
Sharti had been lost and isolated in these mountains many times before. Each time, she had survived and found her way.
The last time she had felt helplessly cornered was five years ago.
“……. ”
The man watched Sharti gripping her bag’s straps determinedly.
He realized after seeing her collapse the cave: to Sharti, he was a burden.
“Yes.”
But he had no choice but to cling to Sharti’s extended hand.
Shamelessly, he had to follow and cling to her, not to be left behind or abandoned.
The man held Sharti’s hand firmly.
‘She’s very tense.’
Her hand tingled in his grasp.
‘Of course. We might be caught by the soldiers.’
Sharti reassured him with a pat on the back of his hand before moving towards the back of the cave.
The man nodded emphatically.
The two of them moved stealthily up the mountain, crouched low.
Due to the dense trees, even the moonlight, let alone the sky, was hardly visible.
‘Is he following well? It should be hard to see.’
The man followed without stumbling once, his night vision seemingly keen.
‘Near the stream, it feels cooler.’
The eerie chill of the mountain air made Sharti shiver. Sensing this, the man tightened his grip on her hand, his warmth transferring through his large hand.
It felt warm.
Though the darkness made it difficult to write on his palm, it was the action that mattered more than the words.
“……. ”
“……. ”
“……?”
There was no response from the man.
Sharti stopped and turned to look at him. The strong wind blew fiercely, threatening to dislodge the man’s hood.
“It seems better to let go of hands in case we encounter soldiers. ……yes.”
The man easily released Sharti’s hand as if he had never been holding it tightly.
Sharti blinked in confusion.
‘Why is he doing this suddenly?’
There had been no sign of soldiers, nor any noise indicating their presence.
Puzzled by his inexplicable behavior, Sharti frowned.
“The soldiers will be armed and we are not. ……yes. So it’s either flee or surrender, and neither option benefits you, the doctor. ……yes.”
His voice lacked its usual strength.
Sharti stared at him intently.
‘Is he implying that he’s trying to minimize the harm I might suffer if we encounter soldiers?’
Her heart tingled inexplicably.
Even in his negative assumptions, there was concern for her.
‘Asking for help one moment and then…’
He was indeed a strange person.
Sharti softened her expression and grabbed his wrist, thankfully not rebuffed by him.
‘He must be anxious because of his amnesia.’
It was understandable that his imagination would tend to veer toward negativity.
After walking quietly for a while, they reached a small, stagnant pool of water.
‘Thankfully, it’s clear.’
Sharti checked the surroundings before letting go of his wrist and quickly approaching the water.
The man stood motionless.
Then, suddenly, a clump of mud hit him.
“What is this…”
Thump! Thump! Even as the man staggered back, the mud clumps continued to hit their mark perfectly.
Covered in mud, he gave Sharti a slightly bewildered look.
Holding a mud clump herself, Sharti shrugged her shoulders, equally covered in mud.
“……What are you using this for? Wait, why me too…?”
Cautiously watching for more incoming mud, the man approached her.
Sharti gestured, and the man extended his palm.
“……Fool?”
His eyebrows raised at the first word written on his palm.
Sharti concealed a chuckle.
“Let’s assume so. ……yes.”
“Are the soldiers’ sense of smell that sharp? ……yes?”
Puzzled, the man looked at her, then realized they had ventured quite deep into the mountain, furrowing his brow.
“Could it be…”
Cutting off the man, Sharti firmly pressed her finger onto his palm to write.
“So if we prove we’re not involved…”
Sharti punched his palm.
Perhaps it was because she had already decided to help the man that Sharti’s handwriting was so unwavering as she wrote the word “accomplice.”
‘I really can’t make excuses if they call me an accomplice.’
Sharti felt regret, burdened, and worried about her choice, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
What’s done is done.
‘After all, I’ve already shown him my face.’
The act of collapsing the cave seemed to have emboldened her.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
