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I felt my heart shatter once more in that fleeting moment before I lost consciousness.
In that instant of losing awareness, my mind raced with thoughts—more than it ever did while solving cases. Even if I didn’t want to think about them, they surged forth, overwhelming me until I could hardly breathe.
I cannot just collapse like this.
Because once I lose consciousness, time will slip away from me without my knowledge. They would go to the ancestral hall of the Thunder Sect, where they would hold their wedding ceremony. He would call another woman's parents "Father-in-law" and "Mother-in-law." He would lift Hua Yingjie's red veil, and he would drink the bridal cup with his new Wife, a toast I never got to share. He would kiss her red lips, and tonight, he would possess another woman.
If when I wake up, I find that tomorrow's clear sky is already upon me, then let me never wake up again!
I am a modern girl who can only accept a lifetime with one partner. If I must share my beloved with another woman, then I have only one choice: to turn away with strength.
But I don’t want it to be this way! Clearly, it was once so good…
Do you really not love me anymore?
Yet here I am, still unable to resist the effects of his drug; I have fainted into despair. Nie Qiuyuan, you are the one who has ruined everything.
But I cannot bring myself to hate you because I know that when you jumped off that cliff with Ren Pingsheng, it was all for my safety. You lost all your memories for me. In these two years without you, I prayed day and night that as long as you were safe, I would pay any price.
Now you stand alive before me, and the price is vividly present; should I go back on my word and refuse all of this?
If I calm down and think about it, I ask myself: Ye Zhenzhen, Qiu is alive, and he will live happily in the future. If fate had told you that you could return Qiu's life but erase all traces of yourself from his mind—his tenderness, his goodness, everything he is—would you choose differently?
The answer is singular and certain.
Even so, I hope he lives safely, even if his happiness is no longer related to me.
I remembered him in his wedding dress, beaming with joy and genuine happiness, and my heart ached. No matter what had happened in the days without me, it was clear that he had truly fallen in love with Hua Yingjie. If that were the case, it would be better for him to forget me altogether; otherwise, with his personality, he would surely suffer immensely.
So, I have decided to leave. When I can go, I will never see you again.
Without you, I do not know where I should go. I also do not know if I should return to my own world. For the first time, I understood that perhaps true love means sacrifice—that for the happiness of another person, one would rather bear all the pain alone for a lifetime.
Yes, I have made this decision, so I must have truly loved once.
But it is just too painful!
In my dazed state, I heard various strange sounds—first a cacophony of shouting and yelling, then the clanging noise of metal being struck. I had no idea what people were doing.
Could it be that there was still blacksmithing at Master Blacksmith's wedding?
I felt someone fussing with my clothes, and suddenly the tall pointed hat on my head felt incredibly heavy, almost breaking my neck.
Please, I'm already so sad; could you stop tormenting me? Just let me be alone for a moment.
But then I heard someone say, "Eldest Son, it really... can't be drawn..."
"Um... hey, my sister, could you please stop crying?"
"…"
"To still be crying after fainting like this—I've never seen anything like it in my life! Hey, stop crying! If you keep this up, you'll run out of tears and turn into a dried corpse!"
“……”
“Qiu Ah, why do I suddenly feel a bit… envious of you…”
Am I dreaming? Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore; just let me die.
I don’t know how long it has been, but it was only when everything around me fell silent that I finally woke up. Outside, it was very quiet, with only the soft sound of footsteps and the gentle patter of rain.
As I opened my eyes, I found that I couldn’t fully open them.
I tried again, and two things fell with a plop onto my knees.
Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two pieces of fruit peel!
What the hell! I cursed silently in my heart.
You knocked me out and then insulted me by sticking this stuff on my face? Were you planning to draw on my face too?! No wonder I felt an itch on my skin earlier!
I attempted to move my limbs, but I couldn’t budge at all!
That’s when I realized something strange must have happened to me while I was unconscious.
Because now, I wasn’t lying down; I was sitting up!
To pass out and still have to sit up—oh my god, that’s just cruel!
Here I am, sitting here, completely immobilized by someone’s pressure point technique.
I had no idea where I was sitting, as something heavy—probably around ten kilograms—was pressing down on my head, making me feel like my spine was about to give way. A piece of red cloth hung down from whatever it was, completely blocking my line of sight.
All I could see was the small patch of ground beneath my feet. Clearly, I was in a very cramped space, and I was being moved forward in a swaying motion.
It seemed like a carriage or perhaps a palanquin. In any case, I was being transported to another location.
I was dressed in a terrifyingly bright red outfit.
A chill ran down my spine. Yes, I had just heard someone speaking—it was that person's voice, the Eldest Son of the Shen Family, Shen Huaqing! I had fallen into his hands; how could this end well?
I was the woman who had publicly humiliated him by snatching his sister's husband and tarnishing her reputation. As an elder brother, he must be furious beyond measure.
I recalled that members of the Thunder Sect typically did not wear red clothing; red garments were reserved for weddings or sacrifices. There was no way they would dress me in red for a wedding, so…
A sacrifice?
Were they planning to use me as an offering to forge swords?!
I let out a long sigh and was surprised to find that I felt neither nervous nor afraid.
Because I truly didn’t want to live anymore. The Tang Dynasty held nothing for me to cherish; it was merely a place of sorrow.
However, I hadn’t anticipated dying in this manner. Actually, being forged into a sword wasn’t such a bad fate; it seemed better than rotting away underground. Hmm, I should ask what name they would give the sword made from me and if I could see the design plans. That way, when I returned home, perhaps I could visit a museum and see this sword that contained a part of me.
How fascinating.
I tried hard not to dwell on the question that cut through my mind: what time was it now? Had they completed their rituals? I thought it best not to concern myself with that; imagining it was more painful than death itself. So instead, I focused on what would happen to my body if I were thrown into the forge while still alive—how much it would hurt, how long it would take for my body to succumb to death, and how many minutes I could endure before finding relief.
The transport I was in suddenly came to a halt, then lowered as if it had landed on the ground.
It was a Palanquin. I concluded in my mind.
To be able to sit in a Palanquin even at the brink of death, instead of being dragged along the ground by horses, was quite courteous, wasn’t it?
I heard heavy footsteps rushing closer, sounding impatient. Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the Palanquin. The cold raindrops hit my exposed hands.
Please, be gentle! Even if you’re forging a sword, there’s no need to rush like you’re about to be reborn!
The person pulling me yanked off the red cloth from my head and gripped my shoulders tightly, almost painfully. His eyes were bloodshot as he scrutinized me from head to toe and then back again, before abruptly pulling me into his embrace.
I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. The man who rushed in front of me and fiercely held me close—wasn’t he my husband, Nie Qiuyuan?
Could it be that I was actually dead, and this was a recollection of my living moments? Or perhaps I hadn’t woken up yet and was still dreaming?
Please, whoever is in control of all this, grant me a swift end; don’t torment me any longer!
Yet the warmth of his embrace, the familiar fresh scent, the passion that he poured wholeheartedly into me—it felt so real, so real that my heart nearly shattered. I longed to lift my hand to touch his face, but I had been paralyzed and couldn’t raise my arms.
I gazed at him and tried to produce a faint sound with my hoarse voice.
“Don’t go yet; don’t let them wake me up, okay? I’m leaving and won’t see you again, so just hold me for a little longer, please…”
The man’s eyes reddened slightly, tears glistening in his gaze.
Seeing this made my heart ache because my Qiuyuan was a strong man; during our days of love, he had never cried.
"I'm fine, Qiu. I've thought it through; it's okay. I don't just want you to be happy; I also can't deny that I'm really heartbroken. I'm not Guanyin, after all. But I have no choice, do I? Am I supposed to hurt you instead?"
So, don't be afraid. I won't disturb you; I just need one more hug.
"Qiu, what are you doing? Did the girl make you cry again? At least I gave her a couple of fruit peels, so her face didn't swell up like a peach. You have no idea how much she cried earlier; it was like the Yellow River!"
"Hua Qing, shut up!" Nie Qiuyuan snapped. "Don't call her 'girl' and don't get close to her. I'm in a bad mood today; don't provoke me!"
"Hey, what about me? Do you know how much effort I've put into this unreliable matter for you? Let me tell you, sneaking around to steal a woman is something I've never done before, and it's all for you, you scoundrel!"
Nie Qiuyuan huffed and suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist, effortlessly lifting me onto his shoulder.
"I'll leave the rest to you; handle it yourself!"
"Hey, Qiu, where are you going?"
"Where am I going? Back to my room! Am I not the scoundrel here? I'm going to show you what a scoundrel does!"
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