Sharletti hesitated, wondering if she might only cause more confusion, but decided to be honest. It was important to be considerate of the patient but keeping secrets wasn’t right.
“What is it?”
Sharletti went into the herb room and came back with a notebook, worn and grubby from her frequent handling.
“Poisoned?”
Len asked in surprise.
Sharletti bit her lip nervously.
‘Will he think less of my skills for not detecting the poison at first glance?’
She continued, watching his reaction.
It was a strong poison, undetectable by appearance alone, clearly crafted by a skilled poison maker.
‘I was lucky.’
Sharletti’s background in herbal concoctions enabled her to use the right antidote, but if not for Len’s robust body and remarkable healing speed, it would have been dangerous.
“Indeed. If my head was injured and my body and mind weakened from poison, it’s plausible that my brain could malfunction.”
Len nodded, agreeing that Sharletti’s hypothesis made sense.
Then, he chuckled wryly, cringing a little.
“If it weren’t for a skilled doctor treating me just in time, not just my brain, but my entire mind could have been damaged.”
His tone was sharp.
Len ceased his actions and turned away from Sharletti, slowly wiping his face. His turquoise eyes quietly flickered between his fingers.
He had always found his amnesia suspicious for being a mere consequence of an accident, and now he had learned the likely cause.
“There is someone… who stabbed me all over and poisoned me, not just to kill me outright but to meticulously end my life…”
Len was realizing that he had a persistent enemy intent on not just killing him but ensuring his demise.
He murmured softly, clenching his teeth, wondering who it could be, why it had to be so, and what had happened.
His headache resurged as the thoughts overwhelmed him, making his breathing rougher.
Tap, tap. Concerned by Len’s sudden change in expression, Sharletti tapped his back.
‘Your memory will come back.’
Len didn’t turn around. Sharletti peeked around him, feeling helpless as a stranger in helping him recover his memory.
‘Ah! That’s right!’
She had dropped something she had been holding tightly inside her robe all the way up the mountain.
The noise made Len slowly turn his head.
‘I’ll make you clothes!’
Eager to lift his spirits, Sharletti stepped forward briskly.
The dim light from the magic stone illuminated the room softly.
Sharletti, holding a measuring tape, gestured to Len.
“Like this, you mean?”
Len spread his arms, held his breath, and even turned around as Sharletti directed.
She meticulously measured Len’s size.
‘Raise your arms for the chest measurement.’
Sharletti’s sudden proximity made Len inhale sharply.
The posture was different from when she bandaged his abdomen.
Sharletti’s head nearly rested against his chest.
“…….”
Len’s chest tingled, unsure if it was from her robe or her breath. He didn’t dwell on it, maintaining his posture.
This was a rare opportunity to closely smell the herb scent of Sharletti.
Suddenly, Len backed away in confusion.
Sharletti, who had been crouching in front of him, looked up in puzzlement.
A deep furrow formed between Len’s brows.
“What are you trying to do now?”
Unsure whether to ask or not, Sharletti noticed Len’s reddened ears.
Embarrassed, she quickly withdrew her hands, which had been about to measure his lower body, and stood up.
‘I got too focused again…’
Sharletti handed the measuring tape to Len and distanced herself from him.
The atmosphere turned awkward rapidly as Len measured himself.
Sharletti began cutting the fabric she had spread out.
‘It wasn’t thoughtlessness, it was rudeness.’
Reflecting on her own behavior, she resolved to be more cautious.
‘From now on, I shouldn’t touch him at all.’
Considering how long she might end up staying with Len, as his memory recovery seemed uncertain, she couldn’t let him feel uncomfortable during that time.
‘Even if Len extends his hand again, I should communicate only through notes.’
Sharletti, proud of her self-made rule, checked her bag and smiled.
Then, she handed Len a wrapped package from her bag.
Returning to his indifferent expression, Len unwrapped the package and looked inside.
“…….”
Sharletti extended a note towards the frozen Len.
“…….”
“Uh… right.”
Though the size was a rough guess based on Len’s build described to the shopkeeper, Len, unaware of this, felt embarrassed.
Yet, he comforted himself, relieved that Sharletti hadn’t made the underwear herself.
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.”
