My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

It looked like she was gently pouring the water in, but in reality, she was forcing her to drink it. Olivia, having not seen a drop of water all day, was so parched that her body felt like it was on fire. The moment she tasted the water, she couldn’t control her natural reaction and gulped it down eagerly.

Watching her drink like there was no tomorrow, Xanthea suddenly thought of a saying: “A stubborn mule doesn’t budge, even in death.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

[Xanthea must be an angel, right? If it were me, I wouldn’t give someone as fussy and rude as Olivia the time of day, yet she still worries about her wellbeing.]

[How can there be such a gap between people? Olivia, as a senior, is an embarrassment in front of Xanthea. She might as well die of thirst!]

[Xanthea is truly beautiful inside and out. I’m totally a fan now.]

[What goes around comes around. Did you guys check Twitter? Tons of Olivia’s big fans are quitting and switching to Xanthea. It’s hilarious!]

[Having Xanthea around is really Olivia’s luck; otherwise, she might have actually passed out!]

Xanthea is truly a remarkable young woman,” William remarked, nodding approvingly as he watched the scene.

Despite Olivia’s constant antagonism, Xanthea generously brought her water.

“Not everyone deserves her kindness.”

William muttered, slightly surprised as he turned to see Orion’s brooding gaze, a possessive gleam flickering in his eyes in the dim. night.

After forcefully making Olivia drink the water, Xanthea clapped her hands as if completing a great task and stood up. “Alright, Tina, take good care of her. She should recover soon.”

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Thank you, thank you so much!” The assistant kept expressing her gratitude. Olivia wanted to tell her to shut up, but having just drunk the water, she couldn’t bring herself to speak and just pressed her lips tightly, staying silent.

Xanthea didn’t mind and walked away.

As night fell, the crew of Adventure Blitz: Two Days, One Night had decorated the trees with colorful lights. Martin, Nelson, Isabella, and Rachel gathered around a campfire, roasting fish and shrimp on willow branches.

When Xanthea approached, Rachel quickly handed her a freshly grilled fish. “Miss, you came just at the right time. Try this one.”

Xanthea eyed the charcoal–charred fish skewered on the branch.

This piece of charcoal, oh no, this fish, can I actually eat it?

The cameraman’s lens was almost in her face, eagerly anticipating her reaction.

With a forced smile, Xanthea carefully picked at a piece of the fish and tentatively tasted it. “Ugh-“.

But in the next moment, she couldn’t suppress her body’s reaction and spat it out.

Rachel stood there awkwardly. “I mean, I can handle a bit of bitterness and fishiness, but why are there still scales on it?”

Nelson, who was also struggling with his piece, laughed, “We asked everyone on the crew, and no one brought a knife. We had to grill it with the scales on.”

Forget it then, you guys eat. I’m not that hungry,” Xanthea said while holding her stomach and shaking her head.

A cool night breeze swept over from the river as Xanthea thought of sitting by the fire. Suddenly, a warm jacket enveloped her.

She looked up to see Orion.

Hearing her stomach rumble, Orion’s eyes crinkled with a teasing smile, “Little glutton, are you sure you’re not hungry?”