I was parched.
My whole body felt as dry as a bone.
I felt like the dry grass left on cracked earth.
Water.
Delia felt an intense thirst, like dry grass crumbling away.
It wouldn’t be strange if I just turned into dust and disappeared, she thought.
I want to drink water.
Something unfamiliar touched the lips of Delia, who was desperately seeking water.
Something moist and solid gently caressed Delia’s lips.
Delia turned her head unconsciously toward the water, but it soon disappeared.
Not enough. A little more.
Did Delia’s wish reach? Something touched her lips again.
The moist sensation soaked into her lips.
But it was incredibly insufficient.
A droplet of water that fell onto the cracked earth vanished without a trace.
The entity that had been caressing her lips tried to disappear again.
Becoming desperate, Delia unconsciously opened her mouth.
“It’s difficult. She is sleeping, I can’t give her water with a cup.”
A laughterfilled, low voice echoed in Delia’s ears.
Even though her head was dizzy, she could feel it distinctly.
It was a stranger’s voice.
“Should I try feeding her directly?”
Delia’s eyes opened wide at the playful words.
Maybe because she had her eyes closed for so long, her vision was blurry.
Yet, amidst all that, silver hair gleamed vividly.
“Oh? You opened your eyes? Are you coming to your senses now?”
Her lethargic body tensed up with alertness.
Her nerves were on edge.
And so, she felt it more clearly.
His finger touching her lips.
“What are you doing right now?”
In her hoarse voice, there was a distinct sense of wariness.
The man slowly pulled his finger away from the woman’s lips.
“I was helping because you seemed thirsty. It’s a shame. If you had slept more, I was going to feed you with my mouth.”
The man took out a white handkerchief and wiped the water off his finger.
Delia furrowed her brows, struggling to focus her vision.
He’s a stranger.
Feeling threatened, Delia spat out harshly.
“Who are you?”
At Delia’s words, the man looked surprised, his eyes widened as he looked at her.
Tilting his head, the man stood up and approached the bed, leaning in.
He gazed down at Delia as if piercing her with his silvergrey eyes.
“Don’t you remember? You were captured. By me.”
Delia’s befuddled mind suddenly cleared.
All the memories came flooding back along with the man’s gaze that resembled an ashgrey sky.
She was captured in a trap set by the empire while trying to rescue Jer and the prisoners.
She remembered being dragged as a prisoner and receiving a horrendous treatment for her arm injury.
“Ah.”
Realizing her situation, Delia let out a deep sigh.
Dizziness overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes.
It was a critical situation.
A princess of a country being captured as a prisoner by the enemy during a war.
In her desire to escape the grim reality, she turned her head.
But she was forced to turn her head back as the man grabbed her chin.
“Did you lose your memory from shock?”
The man forcibly lifted Delia’s closed eyelid.
Faced with his rather intimidating gaze, Delia’s eyes darted around in panic.
The man closely observed her eye, not missing even a sliver of its blue color.
“In that case, I should take you to your country immediately.”
The man, who had been staring at Delia, said as if making a concession.
“Don’t worry. Even though you are a prisoner of the enemy, I will take care of you until you recover your memory.”
Because a prisoner who has lost her memory is useless.
Aaron gave a satisfied smile at his rational solution.
At the man’s smile, Delia bristled and yelled out.
“I remember everything. I remember everything, so get your hand off me.”
As Delia tried to push away the man’s hand, she grimaced in pain.
A throbbing pain spread from the spot where her gunshot wound was treated.
Moreover, her wrists were bound and she couldn’t move freely.
“What’s this? Why am I tied up?”
The man tilted his head and looked at Delia.
“Do you really remember?”
Delia swallowed her dry saliva.
He was observing her from an uncomfortably close distance.
He was staring intensely, as if he wanted to see right through her, sharply.
“I told you I remember.”
Delia shivered as she recalled the silvergrey eyes that shone sharply in the dark night.
The man gave a quiet chuckle while looking at the trembling Delia.
“But why are you asking? You’re captured, so you’re a prisoner. Isn’t it obvious that I tied you up to prevent you from escaping?”
Contrary to the man’s languid tone, the content was chilling.
The reality of being captured as a prisoner, trapped in the midst of the enemy, sharply pricked Delia.
This was not the time to be lying down.
Delia tried to muster her strength to sit up.
However, she couldn’t muster any strength in her body due to lying down for so long.
“Ah, it must still be hard for you.”
Reading Delia’s attempt to rise, the man enveloped her back and helped her up.
Delia’s face touched his firm chest.
She wanted to push him away, but she didn’t even have the strength to do that.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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