That would be unfortunate! For me, of course!

Awk! My stomach was growling again. Grandma Sha was right, that Grandpa Jin was super good at finding things. He did find the bag of anesthetic fruits and was able to buy forty pounds of sweet potatoes. I wondered how long those sweet potatoes would last. This mono-diet really hurted my stomach, and I was constantly craving for meat or even some other food such as rice or noodles. I just needed a different type of food to satisfy my whole being.

It was not that I was starving or dying of hunger, but more like my body was not used to eating sweet potatoes all the time.

Oh, another day of changing his bandages, and I ended up washing and “sterilizing” them under the sun. That was the best I could do in the Land of Ruins.

As I was changing his bandages, all of sudden I saw one of his fingers move.

Was I hallucinating? I must have wanted him to wake up so badly that I was imagining things?

I wished him to wake up because I didn’t want to be his “nurse” anymore. It was not like I owe him anything, instead I actually saved his life instead. I didn’t want to take care of a vegetable for the rest of my life. Lan was right, I was a heartless human being at times, Whahaha…..!

Then----------------

His pinkie moved one more time!

That was when I realized that I wasn’t hallucinating earlier. I was about to call on Grandma Sha, when he abruptly opened his eyes!

Those eyes were dark blue, like the deep ocean. There was an intense energy and coldness in them, as if they were a pair of sharp blades.

And……fear?

As if he just had the worst nightmare ever, but that tint of fear was quickly replaced by a ruthless expression.

I was about to ask how he was feeling, when suddenly my throat was grabbed firmly by something!

Wait………

My throat was grabbed by a freaking hand, and what made it worse was that it was his hand!

That ungrateful bastard!

I was the person who saved his life, and now he wanted to kill me? The thought of this made me super angry. I wanted to explode like a bomb, but ended up grasping for air, and scratching his hand crazily trying to free myself.

The hand was like pliers squeezing the life out of me! That bastard wanted to kill me, and I wasn’t going to give in so easily. I scratched him crazily, but how come his face looked as cold and calm as ice? Did he have no sense of pain? Out of the corner of my eyes, his arm was covered with new red marks, and even some of his wounds were torn open once again.

I bet my face looked like a tomato by now, and my tongue sticking out like someone who hanged herself.

I gave up scratching his arm because he was just a cold statue without any feelings!

Warm tears rolled down my face, but somehow I was able to touch a piece of bandage on the ground, so I grabbed it like the last straw of life.

That was my last chance.

I used the last bit of energy to show the bloody bandage in front of his eyes, and hoped that dumb bastard see that I was not trying to hurt him, but to save him!

And surprisingly that worked! He let go of me right before I went straight to heaven, and I grasped heavily for air and choked and coughed uncontrollably. After a couple minutes I finally returned to normal, but then realized that a pair of blue eyes were right on me all this time.

He stared at me like I was an alien from another space. Well, indeed I was, but by no means he had the right to measure someone like this, especially on my chest. It was not like I was wearing anything exposing because it was winter time, but he was staring so hard that I lost my mind and………..

Slap------------!

“Pervert!!” I yelled at him.

I slapped him so hard that my hand hurts. He was quite bewildered as if this was the first time ever getting slapped by a girl, and looked so innocent like he did nothing wrong. I was a bit confused on why he looked at me that way, but kept convincing myself that he was indeed a pervert!

Who in the world would stare at someone like this?

He was still staring at me with confusion, at the same spot around my chest.

I got scared, and about to scream at the top of my lungs for help, but somehow he was so agile and fast that within the blink of my eyes, he already covered my mouth with his hand.

Well, at least he was not trying to kill me this time, but just to signal that I should not make a sound.

I nodded, so that he would free me. His dark blue eyes were still doubtful, but managed to show some trust and let go of me. I gave a long sigh, this was probably the worst patient ever. He had so many injuries, yet, so strong and unreasonable that could be somewhat dangerous.

“Who are you? Where you from?” I asked with a mad face.

His doubtful expression went away, and gave me this uninterested icy face. Maybe he couldn’t understand what I was saying, considering that my accent and sentence structure was somewhat awkward, and maybe only the old couple could comprehend.

“Where—you—from!?”

I used my hands to describe the question, but still he did not even look at me, seemed to have fallen in a deep thought. I asked a few more questions, but he seemed uninterested and looked toward the window with a blank face.

I frowned and uttered slowly, “He must be a mute and a deaf person. ”

What a pity……

Still, he was a pervert, I should not feel bad for him.

I wanted to get out of this small room, but was afraid of provoking him to attack again. He was very sensitive to my movement, and all I could do at this moment was swallow and stare at the wall.

Suddenly he stood up!

I quickly backed away out of natural instinct. I thought he was about to do something, but instead he was only getting the clothes off the stool and putting them on.

“Hey! Outside is cold! You will die!” I shouted, forgetting that he was deaf.

He started to walk toward the door.

I quickly grabbed his arm, and put my hand next to my throat to emphasize death.

“You go out you will die, you understand? Dead!”

He lowered his eyes to stare at my hand, and seemed to be disgusted by my touch. Such an arrogant and cocky person! Did he really think he could survive this “north pole”? All there was icy snow, blasting wind, and many starving souls. It seemed as though there was no way to communicate with this stubborn bull. Of course, he couldn’t freaking hear me!

I tried hard to drag him back inside, and wouldn’t let go. He might be annoyed by me, so annoyed that he found a stick nearby and banged it on my head, right on the same spot as the flower pot hit me. Oh, dear, only the holy god knew how angry I was at that moment! Never in my entire life had seen such an ungrateful bastard!

Fine, go out there and freeze to death, I wouldn’t give a damn about it!

I didn’t even know who he was. He was nothing but a heartless stranger. Let him freeze to an icicle or starve to death, see if I freaking care or not!

Never let me see this guy again!

Otherwise I couldn’t guarantee what I would do.

My head was hurt by a flower pot, a flying horse, and now a rescued stranger who had no freaking heart. I swore if anybody ever dared to smack my head again, I would definitely……….revenge!

And yes, I fainted once more.