[Ugh…
Her body is about to break.]
Columbina’s body was curled up into a ball, and she looked just like a pitiful little pigeon.
Her slender arms hugged herself tightly, attempting to delay the hunger from her stomach in this way.
These short two minutes, under his extreme hunger, felt even as long as two centuries.
She tried to make a womanly soft moan, a sound even softer than a feather, occasionally acting spoiled toward the system,
“I beg you, Lord System, spare some System Coins.”
There was no response at all.
The system quests were like dead silence.
No flashing, no prompts.
[Awooo, could it be that I am still not a real woman now.]
Columbina wailed in her heart, his pretty eyelashes trembling slightly.
[I don’t want to kick the bucket like this on the very first day of transmigrating.]
Columbina struggled to raise her head, staring at the exquisitely beautiful yet weak self in the mirror, feeling extremely puzzled.
[Ugh…
Yaya, letting you suffer hunger with me.]
[Warning, the host’s current hunger value is about to fall below 20.
Please consume food as soon as possible, otherwise unpredictable consequences will occur.] (Current hunger value is 21)
The cold mechanical voice sounded, but it did not provide any help; instead, it intensified his despair.
[My head is so dizzy~]
Columbina felt her whole body floating, as if she were about to return to the moon.
[Moon, please tell me, what should I do!] She shouted silently in her heart, looking at the bright moon outside the window and pleading.
Just the moment before consciousness plunged into chaos.
In a trance, Columbina seemed to hear a knock on the door outside, and…
a trace of an irritable voice.
“Co!
lum!
bi!
na!” Every single syllable was deliberately drawn out, carrying obvious dissatisfaction.
“What is wrong with you today!”
“You sneaked back by yourself without even saying hello.
Do you know how long everyone has been looking for you?”
[This voice is…
Sandrone?] This name welled up in Columbina’s memory.
In his impression, their relationship didn’t seem too bad.
Sandrone, her colleague, her friend, or her rival?
None of these mattered anymore.
What mattered was that he was outside, and someone could help her.
[Right, if it were him, he would definitely save me…]
The instinct for survival overwhelmed all doubts.
[No matter what our previous relationship was like, she wouldn’t just watch her colleague starve to death in her room, right?]
[And if she touched his hand, the hunger value might not continue to drop.]
Columbina’s eyes were filled with hope once again.
She propped up her weak body, supporting himself shakily against the wall, and came to the door.
Her slender and delicate knuckles grasped the doorknob.
Twisting it slightly should have been an easy task, but it took all of his immense effort.
With a creak.
“Columbina, why are you so slow…”
The door opened.
The second half of Sandrone’s words was blocked in her mouth.
Because right in front of her, Columbina’s fragrant and soft body leaned forward without warning.
Falling into his arms like a pigeon with broken wings.
Sandrone instinctively reached out to catch her, feeling the imperceptible tremble of the beautiful figure in her arms.
“Columbina?
Columbina?”
There was a trace of panic in Sandrone’s voice that even she hadn’t noticed.
“Wake up.” Sandrone said in a low voice.
“Don’t just lie straight in my arms; you’re heavy to death.”
Although she said that, he didn’t push Columbina away; instead, she changed into a more comfortable posture for her.
“Jeez…” Sandrone complained in a low voice.
She glanced at Columbina’s pale and powerless face in his arms, hesitating whether to call someone.
Suddenly, she felt his hand being tightly grasped by a slender and delicate hand.
“Lend…
your hand…
to me…
for a moment.” Columbina murmured.
Sandrone was stunned.
She looked at his tightly gripped hand, and then glanced at Columbina’s tightly knitted brows.
She sighed.
“Troublesome.” She muttered.
In the end, the hand was not pulled back.
…
When she woke up again, Columbina found herself lying on her own soft and comfortable big bed.
Before his eyes was a white ceiling and…
Sandrone’s face, which looked slightly worried.
Moreover, a burst of icy touch came from his small and soft hand, as if it were tightly grasped by something.
[The hunger has diminished?]
“Muz…
Huh?” Columbina tried to get up, an arc inadvertently appearing at the corner of his mouth.
She turned around to look at Sandrone, whose expression was obviously a bit flustered, and slowly parted his lips.
“Sandrone, did you save me?”
When Sandrone looked at the trace of a smile on Columbina’s face, she turned her head away, not daring to meet her gaze, and pouted as she said.
“Who cares about you!”
“If you hadn’t kept shouting for me to hold your hand when you passed out, I would have left long ago.”
[So that’s how it was, is it the instinct of survival?] Columbina muttered inwardly.
“However, Sandrone, thank you anyway!” Columbina thanked her sincerely.
“Who cares about your thanks?
But since you’re fine, I’ll be leaving first.” Sandrone said in a neither warm nor cold tone.
How strange, what was she originally planning to say when he came here?
It was all Columbina’s fault.
“Wait.” Just as Sandrone was about to step out of the room, Columbina’s almost pleading detention came from behind.
“Sandrone, can you not leave.”
“Columbina, I don’t have time to accompany you.” Sandrone’s steps paused, and she said coldly.
“But.” Columbina lowered her head, a trace of blush creeping onto his exquisitely beautiful face.
“I’m hungry~”
“Hmm…” Sandrone turned around, looked at the pale Columbina, and finally remembered her purpose for coming here.
“Columbina, why did you walk so fast?”
“There is still a Fatui Harbinger banquet later.”
“A banquet?” Columbina tilted his head.
[That being said, wouldn’t there be a lot of delicious food?]
Unconsciously, saliva flowed down from the corner of her mouth.
“Columbina, are you going or not?!” Sandrone was a bit impatient.
“Going, going, going.”
Columbina hurriedly agreed and tried to get out of bed.
But when those snow-white toes first stood on the floor, Columbina felt that her calves couldn’t muster any strength at all due to hunger.
“Um…” Columbina spoke embarrassedly, “Sandrone, can you support me a bit.”
Sandrone looked at her weak appearance and gave him an eye-roll, “Please, you are the Third of the Fatui Harbingers, how can you not even walk steadily.
You’re really losing face for us Harbingers.”
“I’m hungry~” Columbina opened her mouth aggrievedly.
“What a trouble.” Sandrone grabbed Columbina’s shoulders to steady her.
Muttering in her mouth, “If I had known, I should have called Pulonia over.”
“Just let it take both of us over.”
Columbina smiled.
“What are you smiling at?” Sandrone asked in confusion, tilting her head to look at the person leaning on her shoulder.
Columbina didn’t answer immediately.
He adjusted his breathing and, with Sandrone’s support, finally stood firmly.
Then she raised her head and looked straight into Sandrone’s eyes.
“Sandrone,” she said softly, her voice carrying sincere Warmth, “it’s so good to have you.”