Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 2
A middle-aged man stood at the door elegantly dressed.
He was of average height.
He wore a dark coat and black leather shoes.
He had a large hat on his head; the hat shadowed most of his face.
Despite the sunny morning, he gave off a creepy “not a good person” vibe strongly.
Wei Qing looked at him warily.
Her expression turned suspicious slowly.
Wei Qing stared at him silently for a while.
Perhaps her gaze was too obvious, or she looked ready to slam the door.
The man spoke first quickly.
“Hello, Doctor,” he says.
His voice was slow, hoarse, and low.
He paused here, tipped his hat, and bowed slightly to her politely.
“Do you remember me?” he says.
Wei Qing’s expression grew more complicated briefly.
Was this someone the body’s owner knew?
She examined the man’s outfit and unremarkable face again quickly.
She tried recalling in her mind— no, she was bad at pretending.
“Hello,” she says.
She covered her lips and coughed twice lightly.
“Sorry, I don’t quite remember?”
He probably wasn’t close.
He called her “Doctor,” so maybe a patient she treated before?
“Of course, it’s fine. You don’t need to feel sorry. My appearance isn’t very memorable,” the man says.
He shook his head slowly.
“It’s like this: you saved my life once. When I collapsed outside this town, you helped me,” he says.
He smiled faintly; his tone remained slow, so slow it made her skin crawl uncomfortably.
“It’s a pity you don’t remember,” he says.
He paused after speaking.
His unclear eyes stared at her directly, likely waiting for her response.
Wei Qing stepped back slowly.
She rubbed her arm uncomfortably, preparing to say something.
A sharp pain hit her temple suddenly; it felt like someone struck her with a hammer heavily.
A memory forced its way into her mind.
The pain dazed her briefly.
Wei Qing steadied herself against the wall firmly.
She held her forehead with her other hand.
Her delicate brows furrowed lightly.
She struck a frail, dramatic pose naturally, a bit exaggeratedly.
Wei Qing thought for two seconds.
She roughly understood the situation now.
Was this… triggering a plot? Was this the original owner’s memory?
Wei Qing pressed her temple firmly.
Her temple throbbed painfully; images flashed in her mind like a rewinding film.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling very curious.
She saw a grassy field with green and yellow patches; a crowd gathered around; a man lay on the ground, his life uncertain.
“She” was walking after lunch to digest.
She found him and gave first aid smoothly.
“Oh… it’s you. I think I remember now,” she says.
She thought for a moment and made a fake enlightened expression.
She paused and asked with false concern, “Is your health much better now?” she says.
The young miss didn’t hide that her expression seemed overly deliberate.
The man paused briefly.
He felt her sudden eager gaze was too exaggerated but couldn’t pinpoint why.
He touched his arm, where nonexistent goosebumps rose uncomfortably.
He sped up his speech quickly.
“I’m much better, thanks to your treatment then. I came here suddenly today. Back then, due to special reasons, an accident happened. You, as a doctor, saved me. I’m truly grateful… I left without properly thanking you, and I’m sorry. I passed through this city by chance, so I came to thank you today,” the man says.
He clasped his hands together.
His left thumb wore a flashy dark green ring noticeably.
“Oh… I see,” Wei Qing says.
She nodded with a smile.
She found his words familiar, as if she heard or saw them somewhere, but couldn’t recall now.
“It’s fine, just a small effort… Uh, want to come in? I’ll pour you tea,” she says.
Her voice sounded quite insincere.
“No, I don’t plan to stay long. No need to be so polite. Please take this first…” the man says.
He shook his head as she expected and pulled an envelope from his coat pocket slowly.
“I had no money then. This is an apology for the delayed payment… Please accept it,” he says.
“Oh!” Wei Qing says.
She touched her cheek and smiled gently and shyly.
She took the envelope he handed her.
She found a large sum of money inside.
Knowing the currency’s value here, Wei Qing realized the amount was very generous.
Her gaze softened greatly.
It was as if she saw an NPC glow through the man’s plain face, screaming “I—came—to—give—money” brightly.
“You’re too kind. How can I accept this?” she says.
She pocketed the envelope while speaking.
She smiled very gently.
“It was just a small effort,” she says.
The man’s mouth twitched subtly.
“It’s like this: I brought something else… Can we keep our next conversation private?” he says.
“Of course, no problem. Go ahead,” Wei Qing says.
She nodded seriously; she understood plot progression well.
“You’re so understanding… Hey, come here,” the man says.
He called to someone behind him.
A raggedly dressed girl stepped out slowly from the door’s blind spot.
Wei Qing squinted her eyes.
Her voice sounded surprised.
“Who’s this…?” she says.