Chapter 54: Her Nightmare

Chapter 54

She did not know how much time had passed.

Gu Ying had a nightmare where someone forcefully pressed her down beneath him. She struggled but could not break free and could only cry as she was forced to oblige.

The hard wooden bed beneath her back hurt so much.

In a desolate wilderness, a dilapidated house, flickering lamplight, clothes in disarray.

Traces of that man were all over her body.

She wanted to open her eyes countless times to see what he looked like, but she could never clearly see his blurry, handsome face.

His breathing was heavy, his body moved quickly, his hot breath fell on her ear, burning her earlobe scalding hot.

She hurt, curling her body, her whole body hurt, hurting until she almost cried out.

Suddenly, a sensation of weightlessness and shock went through her body, and then she woke up from the shivering of her muscles.

She trembled as she opened her eyes, and was met with pitch black darkness into which she could not see her hand stretched out before her. It was deathly quiet around her, only the sound of water dripping onto stone, drip drip drip, striking fear into her heart.

Her clothes were drenched, her whole body cold, dizzy and disoriented. For a moment she thought she had died again, and was now in the underworld.

But the pain throughout her body, as if her bones had shattered, slowly brought clarity back to her mind.

She covered her aching left arm and felt the dampness soaked with the smell of iron rust. "Where is this place? Prince Zhao?"

"Prince Zhao, where are you?"

Her voice was dry and hoarse when she spoke, her throat sore and itchy. She coughed for a while, groping along the stone wall to try to get up and figure out what was going on here.

Before she could move, a tall figure holding a torch bent down and entered the cave, that beautiful face like jade, seemed especially clear and bright in the flickering firelight.

Light gradually returned to her eyes, and Gu Ying's uneasy heart finally found its footing.

He had many years of battlefield experience and knew more about treating injuries than her.

She didn't want to die here, nor become disabled. No matter what, she had to get out of here alive.

"Prince Zhao, I don't want to die." Gu Ying's lips were pale, her delicate brows furrowed in pain.

Zhao Changdu gave her a silent look. In the firelight, the girl's petite face was as pale as paper, yet her shining black eyes could not be ignored.

He lowered his head to check the wound on her arm, and said lightly, "I won't let you die."

Hearing this, Gu Ying relaxed a bit more. "You're injured too. Is it serious?"

"Just external, it's nothing."

Such a high cliff... Holding her as they fell, not knowing how they ended up at the bottom. She was quite big, not light. His arms were likely not as fine as they seemed.

As he tore her sleeve to treat her wound, Gu Ying's brows furrowed tighter in pain, her attention diverted.

"Go ahead and cry out if it hurts."

Gu Ying pressed her lips together, her entire body chilled to the bone. The situation now was so similar to when she was in the dilapidated temple in the past. Whenever it rained or snowed, the rain and snowflakes would flow down the broken roof tiles of the temple.

Her tattered clothes were always wet, cold, filthy and foul.

No one was willing to go near her, everyone detested her.

Thinking of this, a hint of self-mockery appeared between her brows. "Thank you, Prince Zhao. I can do it myself."

Zhao Changdu gazed at her steadily for a few moments. Seeing the girl's stubbornness, he did not offer his hand again.

Gu Ying moved closer to the fire, instantly wrapped in warmth.

She raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her brow. Glancing to the side, she saw Zhao Changdu had turned his back and was taking off his wet, cold clothes.

"...Prince Zhao, what are you doing?"Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))