Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 6

After tending to the wound, Lilian pulled a ceramic vial from her backpack and sprinkled powdered medicine over the gash.

At last, the man spoke in a hoarse voice, “Why are you carrying medicine on you?”

Unbothered by his suspicion, Lilian answered casually, “I study medicine. This is my own formula—purely herbal, no side effects. So stop being so paranoid. It’s safe.”

A moment later, warmth radiated from the wound. It stung and itched intensely, making it nearly impossible not to scratch.

Lilian caught his pained expression and warned, “Don’t even think about scratching it. You’ll risk infection. Your hands are covered in bacteria right now. If it gets worse, that’s on you.”

Her warning made the man immediately pull his hand back, though his clenched fists betrayed how much he was enduring.

Lilian watched him suffer, a cold smirk curling on her lips.

Hurt me, did you? Of course I’d get you back for that.

Once she was done, she stood, stretched, and glanced at him with a lazy air. “Consider yourself lucky you ran into me. Otherwise, you’d be dead by now.”

Without another word, she turned and left the cave.

Sebastian cracked open his eyes and watched her leave, thoughtful. Then he closed them again, conserving his strength.

A while later, Lilian returned, now carrying a wild pheasant.

Seeing the man resting quietly with his eyes half-closed, she silently set up a spit near the cave wall and lit a fire with her lighter.

The firelight cast a warm glow across the cave, cozy in the cold night. Lilian used a small knife to clean and gut the bird, then rinsed it with purified water, rubbed it down with lemon, and began to roast it.

Soon, the entire cave was filled with mouthwatering aroma. The seasoning was simple, but that made the flavor even more authentic.

Sebastian opened his eyes and stared at the girl. Her actions were casual, efficient. Her eyes shimmered—sometimes calm, sometimes indifferent, sometimes cunning. They seemed to shift with every breath.

He couldn’t figure out how a single girl could hold so many sides. One moment mischievous, the next composed enough to handle everything with ease.

And strangest of all—there was something eerily familiar about her…

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