Chapter 163: They said a fight is a fertilizer for relationship
Throwing up twice in a day...was nostalgic.
Again, it reminded me of the old days, when I was still sick. Not just on Earth, but those first two months here when I couldn’t eat solid food well. The difference was that there was no pain this time. It just felt like I was drinking some bitter liquid and letting it back out because I couldn’t swallow it.
And against my better judgment, I chuckled at those memories, while the black filth dripped off my mouth. It got me choked on it a little bit and the rest of the dark substance left my body in a fit of cough.
"Young Master!"
I heard loud anxious shouts and a cold breeze brushing me. The next thing I knew, I was getting snatched back, bundled in a big coat that smelled of parchment and sandalwood, and my feet were no longer touching the ground.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize I was being carried in Natha’s embrace. Due to the poor lighting, I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his anger through the dry coldness.
Oops? I guessed, despite my promise, I pushed myself too hard.
It wasn’t a long journey; a couple of harsh, angry strides, and I was seated inside a dark carriage. The only lights that I could see were a pair of silver eyes, gleaming in silent vexation.
He didn’t stay silent for long though.
"What did I tell you?" his voice was cold and stern, like a string getting pulled until it strained and on the verge of snapping. His hands were clutching the backrest on either side of my head, caging me.
I knew I had to answer him well, because he had been voicing his disagreement over me doing all of this from the very start. But at that time, under the cold of his eyes and his voice, I could only stutter.