Chapter 75
It was unclear how long they had been in the cave. The delicate little thing beside him had been leaning against him, sleeping soundly without waking.
That soft, pampered bundle was like a ball of dough—as if it would crumble at the slightest touch—making him stiffen his body, not daring to move.
After enduring for a while longer, the fox felt his limbs growing numb from stiffness. Unable to hold back any longer, he turned his head to glance at the ger beside him.
The ger’s eyes were tightly shut, his long lashes fluttering restlessly. His face was pale, even his lips slightly colorless, parted slightly to reveal the faint white of his teeth. The scorching heat of his breath sprayed against the fox’s fur, sending shivers across the skin beneath.
This delicate little thing really could sleep…
The fox held out for a while longer but eventually couldn’t resist. He slowly moved his neck closer and gently nudged the ger with his nose.
The ger let out a soft whimper, the sound so tender that the fox’s heart trembled slightly, his fur standing on end. Frowning, he leaned in again, this time pushing a little harder with his cold, black nose.
The person’s brows furrowed, his lashes fluttering incessantly as if struggling to open his eyes, yet failing.
The fox’s expression shifted as he noticed this. He moved his nose upward, pressing it against the ger’s smooth forehead.
The burning heat caused his light silver pupils to darken instantly. With a swift movement, the massive white fox transformed into a tall, handsome man.
The man reached out to steady the lying ger, pressing his palm firmly against his forehead. After a moment, his expression turned grave as he stared at the ger, a flicker of impatience flashing in his eyes.
Truly a delicate little thing—just a bit of injury and he’s already feverish.
If that’s the case, why bother leaving the medicinal paste for me?
The man toyed with the medicine jar Wang Jin had placed beside him earlier, lifting it to his nose for a sniff. Then, glancing at his own wounds, which had already begun to heal, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
This medicine really is something good.
Thinking this, he scooped out a dollop and applied it to Wang Jin’s wound.
Wang Jin let out an unconscious cry of pain. The man glanced at him, the impatience in his silver eyes growing more pronounced, but his movements softened nonetheless.
After finishing the treatment, the man rummaged through his own belongings, pulling out a bottle of pills. He poured them all out and fed them to Wang Jin.
Then, he helped Wang Jin lean against him, settling himself against the cave wall before sitting down.
When Wang Jin woke up again, his body felt much lighter, and the pain from his injuries had lessened. He only felt himself being held in someone’s embrace. Struggling to sit up, he saw a broad hand resting on his waist. His heart leaped with joy, thinking it was Yuan Heng.
But when he looked up eagerly, he instead saw an unfamiliar man gazing down at him.
The man had silver eyes—so light they seemed to shimmer like the Milky Way, mysterious and captivating.
His features were handsome, though not as ruggedly masculine as Yuan Heng’s. Instead, they were so finely crafted they seemed painted stroke by stroke. His skin was also much fairer than Yuan Heng’s, giving him the air of an elegant nobleman.
Who is this?!
Wang Jin froze, belatedly removing the hand from his waist before gritting his teeth and shuffling away, eyeing the man warily.
The man was taken aback, a flicker of surprise passing through his silver eyes.
Just moments ago, he had been watching this delicate little thing closely. When the ger first woke up, his expression had been full of joy, as if seeing the person he most longed for.
The light in those pure black eyes had sparkled like stars in the night sky—so beautiful it stole his breath.
Yet in the next instant, those stars dimmed, as though obscured by dark clouds.
Seeing me… why's this delicate little thing unhappy?
Was he expecting someone else?
Didn't he cling to me before?
“What’s wrong with you?” the man couldn’t help but ask, his voice low. His gaze swept over Wang Jin as if trying to see right through him.
In the past, this person would’ve taken advantage of his injuries to act spoiled… Yet now, he was actually enduring the pain to move away from him…
That guarded look was beyond irritating.
The man stared at Wang Jin as if he didn’t recognize him. “Before, you were the one clinging to me. What’s different today?”
Before?
Wang Jin stared at the man in astonishment. The confusion in those silver eyes seemed even deeper than his own, as if Wang Jin had done something utterly bizarre.
But all he’d done was put some distance between them.
After some thought, Wang Jin cautiously asked, “You… must have mistaken me for someone else?”
The ger’s voice was soft and sweet, but laced with detachment—nothing like the sticky, affectionate tone from before, let alone the dreamy murmur of “Brother Heng” earlier.
This tone was as if he were speaking to a complete stranger…
While the man scrutinized Wang Jin, Wang Jin was also sizing him up.
The man was looking at him with the familiarity of an old acquaintance, his silver eyes tinged with impatience…
This gaze wasn’t one reserved for a stranger meeting for the first time…
But…
Wang Jin studied the man carefully.
He was dressed in a high-quality silk robe with wide sleeves. Though white, it was embroidered with subtle patterns—something that would’ve been expensive even in Wang Jin’s original world, let alone this primitive one.
Aside from the silk robe, he wore a cloud-patterned jade pendant at his waist. His sleek black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, simple yet exuding nobility…
His thumb bore a large archer’s ring, intricately carved with lifelike beast motifs, the craftsmanship exquisite…
This man radiated an air of aristocracy from head to toe.
Wang Jin was certain—since arriving in this world, he’d been holed up in the Danmu tribe, and there was no one of such noble bearing there.
Then… could this be related to the original owner of this body?
When the original owner had first been found by the Danmu tribe, the items he carried were indeed as refined as what this man wore.
Is this man an acquaintance of the original owner?
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