Transmigrated into a reversed world

She blushed from embarrassment. Zane saw her flushed face and thought she was feeling hot. He opened the tent thoughtfully for air to enter. His hands paused when he noticed his unusual behavior. His face turned ugly, not liking it one bit. he strode in in front of her.

''Why are you in these desolate lands.?'' he asked out of curiosity. Cyra's hand tightened on the fur mat, she trembled when she recalled how she got here. Her eyes turned cold. she laughed out in irony, ''Do you want to know?''

Tears slid down her cheeks, and she wiped them off. She didn't want to talk about it, but he saved her, and he had the right to know who he saved. Zane's eyes were calm when he saw her pain and waited for her to let it out. She talked slowly about the reason she was here. Not telling him about how she transmigrated here.

Zane's face frowned with distaste when he heard what happened. It was not his business- he hated backstabbers, at least she was not associated with any dangerous group or he would have to kill her himself.

Cyra felt lightened after unloading her burden, feeling light but hungry. She breathed out in relief and her stomach groaned; she hoped he didn't hear the sound. ''Are you hungry?''

As soon as he asked, her stomach growled loudly in response, her face flushed. he saw these and walked to one of the clay pots. ''Here.''

She took it and looked inside, seeing the white liquid inside. ''what this?'' She looked at the strange substance and looked at him for answers.

''Food,'' came his reply. She seemed to notice he was not much of a talker, but she needed an answer. what queer food is this? it looked like milk but not quite. it had no smell at all. Seeing her not drinking it down, he frowned finding her troublesome. Forgetting she just arrived and she was new to everything, he picked up another pot and drank it down. Seeing this, Cyra followed and drank the substance. it didn't have taste; it was like gluey water sliding down her throat. The weird thing was she felt full after drinking it down. Was this their food here? Her mind flashed to the seafood she had eaten last and felt like crying. it's like falling from richness to poverty. It is hard for her to get used to it. But when she saw his handsome face, she felt slightly better.

''My name is Cyra. Yours? '' She wants to know the name of her savior. ''Zane,'' came his one-word answer.

''Thank you for saving me. I have nothing to repay you with. If you want my help in the future, you can only ask.'' Zane looked at her and nodded, feeling he wouldn't need her help for anything. Not knowing she would be a very big help to him. They lapsed into an awkward silence, Cyra's eyes flickered nervously around the dim interior, as her fingers traced the fur mat.

''Hum....can you tell me about this place?'' Cyra was forced out, happy for giving such a good reason to break the silence, and she secretly wanted to hear his voice. She was a voice maniac. His voice is rubbing her in the right way.

She looked at him, waiting for his answer, but was met with silence. She looked at him and saw him carrying the pots out. She was stunned when she saw his decisive back as he walked out. Sigh, she couldn't hear his beautiful voice.

she stood up from the bed and stretched, feeling stronger. She is getting her strength back. walking out of the tent and was in a stupor when she saw Zane poke the tree, a string of white liquid came out and he placed the clay pot under. Is this the food she just ate, now? She lost her appetite when she looked at the dried-up tree looking like a horror movie tree where the cannon fodders always hang themselves. Zane looked back and saw her repulsed face directed at the tree.

'This person is so strange. Doesn't she know this was the non-poisonous food in the whole desolate lands?' he paused in his thoughts when he remembered she just got here and knew nothing.