Rebirth Of The Hidden Princess - Chapter 1 The Gloomy Guy

She heard a knock on the thick metal door before someone push open the door and stepped in quietly. Bringing a tray of food with him. His assymmetrical cut bangs covering half of his face makes him look gloomier than he actually was. To make it worst, the food- or better said, gruel in the bowl on the tray even look extremely disgusting when he brought it in.

“Food. Eat….Won’t die.” He said, sharply, in a detached sentence.

Though this gloomy guy look just as gloomy as a gloomy person should be, he shouldn’t be underestimated as he was exactly the so-called brain of Xing Yan’s mercenary group. He planned almost all the most successful strategies when their group are conducting missions. Even this kidnapping of her was strategized by him.

One thing most people are afraid of regarding this gloomy guy probably is his ability to read people. As if he was reading their mind. What more, it only took him a few seconds to completely expose a person’s intention just by scanning their facial micro-expressions.

Heck, even now he is staring at her face intently. What? Is she that beautiful?

“Beauty… Yes. Like.” The gloomy guy muttered slowly. The words fade to almost inaudible at the last word.

*cough cough* Chen Yue coughed violently as she choked herself over the air when she heard the guy’s low mutter. Her eyes widen, and her mouth gaped slightly for few moments.

Holy shit. Did he read my mind?

The gloomy guy stepped closer to her and shoved the tray into her hands. Too bad her wrists are chained, there is no way to eat while being chained like that.

Noticing the little girl’s problem, the gloomy guy immediately took out a key from his clothes’s hidden chest’s pocket and unlock the chains that detained her wrists.

“Eat. Finish.” Still talking in low voice, as if muttering, he told her to eat the gruel till its finished. His eyes unresting, looking everywhere frantically, except on her.

Chen Yue rubbed her sore wrist before taking the tray he gave her. Glancing at the guy sitting in front of her, showing no sign to leave, she shrugged and pick up the bowl. She gulped when she stared into the bowl. This looks freaking gross! After a few moments of considering her life and death, she decided to eat the disgusting looking gruel. Well, I’ve already died once. At worst I would return back another eight years next time? It is better to died of poisoning rather than starve to death.

When she gulped down the content of the ominous looking bowl, the gruel successfully vanish into her stomach before she realized it. But there she is, still living and full beyond belief. Making her later stare into the ceiling, dumbfounded, . Not even noticing the gloomy guy had chained her back and stepped out from the small room.

How could something disgusting tastes good? Would it be possible for feces tasted like chocolate? She pondered while still in daze, remembering the tasty chocolates her brother occassionally receive from the neighbouring country, which would always ended up in her hand most of the time.