He had barely finished speaking when his stomach rumbled.
The woman's eyes were mocking. "This looks sloppy, but it can heal your wounds and fill your stomach. Here, drink it."
She held the bowl to the man's chin.
The man's pale lips were tightly pressed together, and he hesitated for a long time before reluctantly taking the bowl.
To shorten the time he had to endure the nausea, he tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine in a few gulps.
The woman took the bowl and said, "There's still some in the pot, I'll give you another bowl."
"No need," the man refused quickly.
He looked at the woman probingly, "Where are you from? Where do you live? Why did you save me? Do you have ulterior motives?"
The woman rolled her eyes and muttered, "Are all the people who get rescued this arrogant these days? Ridiculous."
"Say it again." A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes.
The woman, her face dark, placed the bowl on the table, turned sharply, pointed at the man with his chin held high, and said arrogantly, "Listen up!"
"I am a superstar who rose to fame for my beauty and talent! I have fans all over the country, and my dad has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds..."
The woman rattled off a long string of words that the man couldn't understand.
He looked at her quietly, not thinking she was talking nonsense.
Because her eyes were exceptionally bright, like the most dazzling star in a star-filled night sky.
There were things inside that he had never seen before...
A love for life.
"How about it? I'm not inferior to you, the Crown Prince, am I?" The woman's eyes shone brightly.
The man's expression suddenly turned cold, and a murderous aura emanated from him. "You know who I am."
This is a very cold, declarative sentence.
The woman said calmly, "Well, when I was gathering herbs for you, I went quite far and heard people on the cliff looking for the prince. They said they must find the prince and kill him, so I guessed that you were the prince they were talking about."
"It seems I was right," the woman said, beaming.
The man looked slightly taken aback, then lowered his voice, "Aren't you afraid they'll find this place and kill you too?"
"I'm scared." The woman clasped her hands together and prayed to the sky outside the window, "I pray to God every day that you will wake up soon, and then I can run away!"
The man's eyes darkened. "I'm awake now. You can leave."
The woman frowned slightly, tilting her head to look at him. "Are you sure you can live on your own in this state?"
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