After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Liu Bai in the distance also didn't understand why the little girl in front of him was happy and frowning. He held his breath, picked up the broom beside him and swept away the water he spit out with the dust on the ground.

He didn't know if anyone would dislike it, but he knew the smell was unpleasant and he didn't want to suffocate her, the little girl in front of him who was extremely patient with him.

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly his mind flashed with an image of a man in strange clothes walking towards him with a ferocious look on his face and holding a bowl. He struggled desperately to avoid that hand but it was always in vain.

"vomit--"

Liu Bai suddenly bent over and vomited out all the porridge he had drunk. After there was nothing left in his stomach, he kept dry-retching. The corners of his eyes unconsciously turned red due to the discomfort, and thin traces of tears welled up in them. His face was pale with tiny beads of sweat.

Gu Qinghe was frightened by his sudden vomiting sound and quickly stood up: "Leave a blank?"

She walked over quickly, her eyes revealing undisguised worry and confusion.

She had clearly blocked his sense of smell, so as long as he couldn't smell the odor and swallowed it, it would be fine. Why did he vomit again? Why couldn't it be cured?

Looking at the thin young man who kept hunching over because of pain and could fall to the ground if the wind blew, Gu Qinghe's heart gradually felt uncomfortable, as if such a person had appeared in front of her before, but she was also unable to keep him.

Liu Bai held his chest and slowly stood up. His usually confused eyes were bloodshot: "Don't come over here!"

Gu Qinghe, who was anxious to understand the situation, did not listen to him. With pleading eyes, he lowered his voice and said to her, "Don't come over, it's dirty, please..."

Gu Qinghe was shocked by this look: "It's not dirty, leaving blank space is not dirty."

Tears fell suddenly, and Gu Qinghe raised her hand to wipe them away with a dazed look. She seemed to have really lost someone before, otherwise why would she always want to keep him/her now, and why would she regret her selfishness.

Seeing her crying, Liubai jumped over and wiped her tears gently: "Why are you crying? Are you feeling as sad as I am?"

"I don't want you to feel bad." Liu Bai murmured, his eyes full of confusion: "What can I do for you?"

Gu Qinghe turned her head away from his hand. The fear of traveling through a different world and the grievance of having no relatives or friends in her previous life all burst out at this moment.

There is an extremely annoying ancient person in her heart. That person took away her parents. That person is the regret of their food circle. That person is also in Yanchao, and that person is also called Liubai.

But the person in front of her was named by her. So, when she named him, she had selfish motives. She hoped that he was not really blank. As early as when she knew that this dynasty was the Yan Dynasty, her heart was full of resentment. She hated the fact that the literati wrote a false trace, which made her parents rush to find the original, and finally died on the way to find the treasure.

The only relic left to her was a fragment of a memoir.

When she learned from the old doctor that the person she picked up had stomach problems, her intentions became impure.

She wanted to cure him, she wanted there to be no Wei Liubai who died of anorexia, no Wei Yanshi who had a belt wide enough to hold two people, so that her parents would not die looking for him.

But she couldn't cure him, just like when she cried and begged her parents not to leave, she couldn't keep them.

"White space is no longer called white space, okay?"

The little girl in front of him had red eyes and discussed with him in a hoarse voice. For the first time, Liubai felt the dull pain in his heart. It was so uncomfortable, several times more painful than having his skin and flesh pulled apart and sprinkled with salt water. He slowly withdrew his hand that she had avoided, nodded, and said softly, "Okay".

He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Please give me another name."

If this name makes you uncomfortable, just forget it.

As long as you still give me a name.