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

Similar fate, similar falling off a cliff and getting injured, similarly arriving in a strange place.

The difference is that she has memories and someone who is always with her, so she is not in as much pain as he is.

"Can I escape if I go out?" He seemed to have a disordered memory, saying something that Gu Qinghe couldn't understand, and suddenly his face was full of panic: "No, I don't want to go out... No..."

Sometimes he pounded the bed with his fists, sometimes he curled up his body, and upon closer inspection, he was trembling slightly.

Gu Qinghe was suddenly at a loss, and the self-righteousness she had when saving people gradually disappeared. She put down the hand holding the spoon and leaned towards him.

As soon as she touched him, she saw him tremble all over, raised his head and glared at her fiercely, like a wolf cub ready for battle.

Gu Qinghe took back her hand and gently soothed him: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I promise. I'm sorry for lying to you before, I didn't know you would take it seriously."

"My name is Gu Qinghe, the Qinghe in 'The earth is ancient and the clouds and things still exist, the rice and millet are thriving on the terrace'. You may not know this poem, but this time I am seriously introducing my name to you."

The red-shirted young man didn't know when he put away his tense expression. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her seriously. He whispered her name softly, "Qing He... 'The ancient clouds and things are still there, and the stage is full of wheat and millet'. What a good poem. When I remember it, can you tell me what it means?"

It turns out that he knew he had forgotten something.

From the first words they said when they met, he was testing me, testing whether I was a threat to him. Gu Qinghe sighed inwardly, wondering why this 17 or 18-year-old boy in front of him was so cunning.

After all, she had lived to the age of 23 in modern times and traveled to many places. She never expected that she would fall for a high school student today.

As expected of an ancient person who matured precociously.

After waiting for her response for a long time, he raised his hand and gently tugged at the sleeve of the person in front of him: "Okay?"

Facing his pitiful eyes, Gu Qinghe shamefully softened her heart for a moment. Suddenly remembering that he had tested her, she steeled her heart and said, "Not good."

"Oh... okay." He withdrew his hand disappointedly, and asked carefully: "Then can you give me a name?"

Just settle for the next best thing.

Inexplicably, Gu Qinghe understood his strategy. He really wanted to know the meaning of her name, and he really wanted her to give him a name. If one plan failed, he would decisively move on to the next one.

I really don't know what kind of environment he survived in. He had to seek everything he wanted, as if no one would ever give him what he wanted. And he naturally believed that he could only rely on himself to get what he wanted.

Gu Qinghe held his hand, put it back on his sleeve, and gave him a name: "Let's call him Liubai."

"Okay!" The boy's eyes lit up instantly, and he kept asking, "What's the meaning? Is it taken from a poem like your name?"

"Want to know?" Gu Qinghe raised her lips slightly. Seeing him nodding continuously, the arc of her lips became bigger. She shook the bowl in her hand and said, "If you want to know, drink the medicine first."

The boy's bright eyes dimmed in an instant, and he put on an unhappy face: "No!"

Even if his memory disappeared, some things engraved in his bones could not be forgotten, and he rejected the person in front of him without hesitation, even though he had just asked someone to give him a name.

Gu Qinghe: “…”

What a problem teenager.

Gu Qinghe was not going to spoil him, so she scooped a spoonful of medicine and prepared to pour it into his mouth while he was seriously injured and unable to move.