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"Then what is this?!"
Tears streamed down my face, but my emotions began to stabilize. I started to feel that something was strange.
From the moment I saw the ring, my certainty had dropped from 100 to 10. However, if he had truly betrayed me, why would he still wear our wedding ring on the left hand, right where the heart is, disregarding the ridicule of the world?
"Nie Qiuyuan, do I really have to tell you? This ring is one we wore together when we got married. Your ring has my name, Ye Zhenzhen, engraved on the inside. Isn't that right?"
I extended my left hand and placed it over his, the two identical silver rings shining in the sunlight.
"Have you really forgotten all the countless good times we shared?"
Holding his left hand like this felt as if our hearts were connected through our bloodlines. Memories flooded back, ones I had chewed over in my dreams night after night. Every kiss, every embrace, every word, every promise.
My tears fell like raindrops, pattering against his left hand.
His left hand was unexpectedly warm, yet his gaze was filled with indifference.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand."
His words suddenly ignited my anger; I exploded in fury.
"Nie Qiuyuan, are you really determined to marry another woman? Let me tell you, that's not happening! Don't think for a second that I'm someone easy to bully!"
I knew it probably wasn't entirely Hua Yingjie’s fault. If the clan leaders knew that Nie Qiuyuan was already married, they surely wouldn't let their sister marry him so easily. Hua Yingjie was likely just another unfortunate victim in this situation.
However, she is the "other woman" my husband is going to marry. How can I be polite to her? As long as I stand here, she will never become Nie Qiuyuan's bride.
So, in a flash, I drew the short sword "Cai You" that Nie Qiuyuan had given me from my waist, pushed Nie Qiuyuan aside, and leaped toward the flower sedan chair behind me.
I intended to drag that new wife out and mess up her wedding dress and bridal makeup. In any case, they should not expect to get married today.
Hua Yingjie seemed to have quite a good temperament. Another woman outside was shouting in outrage that her groom was actually her husband, yet she remained calm and composed, not panicking or even uttering a word.
She might be a tough opponent to deal with.
But what choice do I have now? Regardless of what kind of enemy I face, I can only fight to the end. Although deep down, I still couldn't accept this reality—that feelings could be so fragile.
My movements were swift, but unexpectedly, someone was faster than me. Just as I reached the front of the flower sedan chair and extended my short sword to lift the bridal curtain, I felt a gust of wind behind me. A strange wave-shaped weapon suddenly came at me with a clang, knocking my short sword aside.
The force from the opponent was immense; our weapons clashed, sending a jolt through my hands. Furious, I thought, Nie Qiuyuan, not only have you forgotten your feelings, but now you want to lay hands on me?
I swung my short blade decisively and engaged in battle with the attacker.
In the midst of the fight, I realized that it wasn't Nie Qiuyuan attacking me at all; it was the one dressed in black—Shen Huaying's brother, Shen Huaqing.
He turned out to be a skilled martial artist!
A surge of anger welled up within me. So you all are in cahoots, ganging up on me!
In a fit of rage, I changed my sword technique. Drawing upon the teachings of Luo Dachun and the secrets of Snowfall Villa's Snowstorm Blade, I unleashed my attack without mercy.
Luo Dachun wielded a swift blade, excelling in speed, precision, and ruthlessness. When he transformed his swift blade into a swift sword, his technique became even more flexible and cunning. The sword, being double-edged, allowed not only for one-directional slashes and thrusts but also for two-directional cuts and stabs.
At that moment, my emotions were somewhat frenzied, and I fought recklessly, disregarding all defense. Every move was an aggressive attack. Although I couldn't reach Luo Dachun's level of skill in slicing through flesh with flying blades, my speed was already quite fierce and terrifying.
Shen Huaqing, surprisingly resilient, managed to fend off my unexpectedly rapid attacks with difficulty. He even had the time to lightly exclaim, "Wow, sister, your skills are impressive!"
I cursed inwardly. In your eyes, am I not just trying to take your brother-in-law? Why aren't you angry? Why are you so unrefined? It truly infuriated me!
Could it be that in your heart, your sister married a heartless and unfaithful man whose past is anything but clean, and that doesn't bother you at all?
My sword had entangled with Shen Huaqing's strange wavy blade. Gritting my teeth, I channeled my internal energy and unleashed the sinister technique of Mirror Gate, drawing Shen Huaqing's internal energy through the intersection of our weapons as a conduit.
Shen Huaqing's expression changed sharply as he blocked with his right hand while his left hand formed a knife-like palm. Just when I was continuously absorbing his internal energy, I suddenly felt an emptiness. Alarm bells rang in my mind; it seemed that Shen the Young Master possessed some peculiar skills. At that moment, I suddenly heard a familiar voice urgently calling out beside me.
"Hua Qing, show mercy!"
Show mercy? Hmph, is this person really that formidable? Do you even care about my life?
In an instant, a Red Shadow darted between us, wrapping me up in its flowing sleeves. In the haze, I sensed the clash of two energies as I felt myself being gently lifted away by the Red Shadow.
It was such a familiar aura, such a familiar sensation, such a familiar embrace—my autumn; how could I possibly mistake it?
Nie Qiuyuan held me as we landed several yards away from Shen Huaqing. He addressed Shen the Young Master: "Hua Qing, today is a joyous occasion; let’s avoid bloodshed."
Was saving me not out of concern for my well-being but merely to avoid bloodshed on his wedding day?
Shen Huaqing snorted and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Qiu, what is going on here?"
Qiu! So you really are still called that!
Nie Qiuyuan gently set me down and shook his head.
"I don't know her. I have no idea what this is about."
I looked into his eyes in surprise and found them truly filled with confusion.
So I reached out and grabbed his collar.
"What is your name? Where are you from? How old are you? Who else is in your family? What were you doing before you came here?!"
I bombarded him with these basic questions, but all I received in return was a helpless shake of his head and a smile.
"Miss, please stop asking. I can't remember anything."
Amnesia?!
I had thought that after falling off the cliff, he would be seriously injured; I never expected him to end up with amnesia...
Damn it, amnesia! This is one of those cliché plot devices I've seen countless times, isn't it? It's a staple in every Korean drama—how did I end up encountering it myself?
But even if he has amnesia...
“Nie Qiuyuan, can you really just forget the past and decide to settle down here, marry, and have children for the rest of your life?!”
He shook his head. “This place is isolated from the world; it doesn’t ask about your past. So, not remembering is fine. As long as I can live well from now on, that’s enough.”
“Nie Qiuyuan! This isn’t like you at all! If it were you, you would never be like this. My Qiu, even if you lost your memory, even if there was just a tiny clue, you would follow it to find yourself again! My Qiu would never be willing to lose the past self; that’s just who you are!”
As I spoke these words, a terrifying realization struck me.
If it were “my Qiu,” he would definitely find himself. But what if he was no longer mine?
“You… Hua Yingjie… have you really fallen in love with her…”
I could barely ask the question and didn’t want to hear the answer.
Nie Qiuyuan turned to look at the bright red bridal sedan chair, revealing a gentle smile as he nodded lightly. “Yes.”
I felt as if my heart had been torn open by that smile, bleeding profusely. I thought the past two years had been painful enough, but nothing compared to this moment.
I trembled all over, lacking even the strength to wipe my tears. My hand had been clutching his robe, but suddenly the bright red wedding attire felt so hot that I let go, yet I was unwilling to do so. My fingers slowly slid down inch by inch. It felt as if my fingers were burning against his Wedding Dress, causing unbearable pain.
“Nie Qiuyuan, what am I supposed to do… You’ve been away from me for two years. Do you know how I’ve lived during these two years? Do you know how much I believed and searched for you? I once vowed to look for you for a lifetime… After death, I decided to wait for you in another world for eternity… If I wait for you painfully for two lifetimes and you…”
My voice had lost its anger; it trembled instead, nearly incoherent. I was no longer angry; I was simply heartbroken—heartbreak that felt like my insides were being torn apart.
I didn’t know what to do anymore. All those hardships I believed I could endure and overcome because I held a firm belief in my heart—that he was still alive, that I would find him, and that we would eventually have a beautiful ending like in a Fairy Tale. But now?
I seemed to have... reached a dead end, with nothing to do and no future to look forward to.
Nie Qiuyuan suddenly turned cold, grabbing my right hand and lightly pinching a pressure point. My fingers loosened, and the Caiyou Sword fell with a clang to the ground.
It was only then that I was shocked to discover my hands were covered in blood.
Perhaps I had squeezed too tightly earlier, gripping the blade without realizing it. If I had pressed down any harder, I might not have even noticed if my fingers were severed by the sword.
A flicker of intense pain crossed Nie Qiuyuan's eyes, so strong that I thought I was dreaming. Was it April Fool's Day? Was my autumn returning?
A cold voice came from behind me: "Qiu, no! We've already wasted too much time."
Finally, murmurs arose from the crowd surrounding us. After such an exciting scene of a wedding snatch, the dense crowd on the street seemed lifeless, offering no cheers or applause—truly bizarre.
Nie Qiuyuan's body trembled, and his expression suddenly returned to its previous indifference. As his demeanor changed, I felt a wave of intense dizziness wash over me.
I shouted in alarm, realizing that while Nie Qiuyuan's memory was gone, his skill in using drugs had not diminished at all.
How could this be? This was such an important moment; if I missed it, my future would be devoid of hope!
But the pain in my heart grew stronger while my consciousness faded. Just before losing awareness, I heard Nie Qiuyuan's voice: "Miss, you should rest for a moment. Today is a good day; it's not the time for this. Once everything is settled, I'll come back and listen to you properly."
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