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"What did you say?"
Jun Chong's words made me forget the pain, forget the fear, and even forget to breathe.
My eyes were locked onto him, unmoving, while a buzzing filled my ears, making me feel as if I hadn't heard him clearly.
"Get out of the way."
A flicker of impatience crossed Jun Chong's brow at my words, his irritation palpable as he bent down to pick up the two White Pearls that had fallen to the ground.
"To dare take my things, you must be tired of living."
With a swift motion, his wide sleeves swept through the night air, creating a beautiful arc as the Wind Sound rustled sharply.
Under the moonlight, his handsome features bore a hint of Malice. The tightness in his brows revealed his displeasure, and his slightly pursed lips were blood-red and vibrant, brimming with a restless desire for conflict. His proud demeanor radiated an air of superiority, exuding an unspoken authority that commanded respect without anger.
Undoubtedly, this was a side of Jun Chong I had never encountered before. Although he had initially been cold towards me, there had always been an underlying gentleness rather than this chilling distance.
I fought back the urge to cry, wanting to reach out and grasp his sleeve. But suddenly, I hesitated. "Jun Chong, it's me—Anxin! I am your wife, Gu Anxin."
"Wife?" A look of disdain lingered on my face as he scoffed coldly through his nose. "How could I marry a human?"
"Have you forgotten?" In a panic, I pulled out the Hairpin from my left waist and held it out before him. "This is the Betrothal Gift from our Ghost Marriage; my blood is on it, marking the beginning of it all."
Jun Chong stared at the Hairpin, his frown deepening as it became clear he recognized it. Yet his reaction only deepened my heartache.
"Do you think I would use such a thing to marry? Hmph."
With a sudden tremor in my hand, the Hairpin slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground, echoing like the sound of my heart shattering.
Tears streamed down my face at that moment, uncontrollable and raw. I quickly wiped them away, not wanting him to see me cry, fearing it would make me look ugly. I also didn’t want my tears to blur my vision, preventing me from seeing that familiar face clearly.
“Woman, using such means to approach me? You’re still too naive.”
“Is this how I’m approaching you?”
I felt utterly weak as I listened to the person I loved most speak to me in such a tone. A suffocating sensation washed over me, and even breathing became painful. Only my tears flowed relentlessly, a constant reminder of my vulnerability and unease.
“Jun Chong, how can you treat Anxin like this? Do you have any idea how much she has suffered for you, how much worry she has endured? And you come back acting like this—what does it even mean?”
Molin ’s temper was just as explosive as Lin You’s. Unable to bear the sight of Jun Chong and me, he stepped forward to help me up, glaring discontentedly at Jun Chong.
“She was beside herself with worry while you were gone. And now that you’re back, you say you don’t know her? Why did you even provoke her in the first place? That’s why I say that anyone who enters into a Ghost Marriage with a human is no good. Who would do such a thing without a purpose?”
Molin ’s words were also directed at Shizui, who was approaching from a distance. My dissatisfaction with them grew stronger as I said, “Since you don’t want Anxin, then quickly dissolve the Ghost Marriage and let her go free.”
“I—”
“No, don’t.” I interrupted Jun Chong, pushing Molin aside and rushing toward Jun Chong. I clutched his sleeve tightly and shook my head desperately. “Don’t dissolve the Ghost Marriage. I don’t want to be separated from Jun Chong. I believe he just temporarily forgot me; he doesn’t really not remember me. I believe in him.”
My voice became choked with emotion, and by the end, I wasn’t even sure what I was saying; my heart felt like it was being crushed with pain.
If knowing that Jun Chong was in danger made me anxious yet hopeful for his return, hearing the strangeness in his words and seeing the unfamiliarity in his eyes—the way he looked at me as if I were trash—was tearing my heart apart piece by piece.
Panic consumed me entirely. I feared that Jun Chong would truly dissolve the Ghost Marriage. If that happened, what would be the point of my existence?
“Let go.”
Once again, displeasure accompanied a forceful shove, causing me to stumble backward. I couldn't understand how a small stone could cut my arm, but the blood on my right arm was real, and the metallic scent gradually filled the air.
Molin quickly stepped forward to support me, holding me in his arms. "Anxin, are you okay?"
"Interesting blood you have there, woman," Jun Chong remarked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. With just a flick of his finger, my body uncontrollably moved toward him.
"Jun Chong, let Anxin go." Molin attempted to step forward but was ensnared by dark mist that bound his body and restricted his movements. "Let me go."
"Just so happens that I'm injured; your blood could be of use."
Upon hearing he was hurt, I felt a surge of anxiety, and concerned words slipped out. "Where are you injured? My blood can help; drink it."
Recalling how my blood had helped him last time he was injured, I eagerly extended my right hand. Blood flowed from the wound and soaked into the strange bamboo vine. Due to the dim light, I didn't notice the vine twitch slightly as it absorbed my blood and began to bloom.
"Then I won't hold back."
Jun Chong wrapped one arm around my waist while gently grasping my right hand, positioning my forearm in front of him. His lips parted slightly, revealing sharp teeth.
"Anxin, have you lost your mind? He doesn't know you; why are you treating his wounds?"
I understood that Molin was angry and worried about me. But regardless of whether Jun Chong recognized me or not, there was only one thought in my mind: he was injured, and I needed to give him my blood. I couldn't let anything happen to him.
I had done so little for Jun Chong; he had always been the one protecting me. So being able to do something for him was something I willingly embraced.
As his cold lips touched my skin and I felt all the blood in my body rush toward the wound, eager to escape, I smiled—a joyful smile that brought tears to my eyes.
"Jun Chong, as long as you can recover, I don't care what I do. I just ask that you don't leave me; I truly can't lose you."
I never knew that sometimes a single phrase could carry such weight, enough to make even a powerful spirit unable to resist.
As soon as I finished speaking, Jun Chong suddenly pushed me away and stepped back, covering his mouth with one hand, his eyes blazing with anger that quickly turned into a furious glare.
In his right hand, a vine identical to mine appeared, twisting and tightening in a strange manner under the moonlight. Seven small flowers bloomed on it, each one vivid and lifelike, transforming the vine's dullness into something beautiful.
"Twinborn Vine."
Jun Chong's expression turned cold as he glared at me with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to swallow me whole. His sharp fingers struck directly at my heart without hesitation. If Shizui had been even a moment slower, I would have died at Jun Chong's hands.
"Jun Chong, this isn't her fault; someone must have used her."
Shizui's words successfully halted Jun Chong's movements. He fixed his icy gaze on me and gritted his teeth, demanding, "Tell me, where is he?"
"Who?"
I had no idea what was happening. "Isn't that vine a tattoo? How could it be...?"
"Stop pretending in front of me; just speak!"
"Jun Chong, I really don't know. I—"
Suddenly, I recalled the dream from last night. The vine had been given to me by the man in my dream, who said it could bind souls. Did he know back then that Jun Chong would turn out like this? Was that why he gave it to me?
I looked anxiously at Jun Chong; pain was etched across his features, likely from the vine's thorns piercing his flesh.
"Speak up or I'll kill you," Jun Chong threatened as he advanced toward me. I leaned against Shizui, feeling uneasy and stung by Jun Chong's ruthless gaze.
"Jun Chong, you bastard! If you dare harm Anxin, I swear I won't let you off!" Molin couldn't move and could only curse loudly. Jun Chong raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand to silence him.
Shizui kept me protected in his embrace, creating some distance between us and Jun Chong. "Jun Chong, you know this thing well; once it's worn, unless she stops loving you, no one can take it off. If you kill her, you'll die too."
Jun Chong's movements suddenly halted, a more intense killing intent gradually emanating from his dark pupils. The place he was staring at grew colder, an icy chill sweeping over me.
“Woman, do not let me find out you have any connection with him, or I will not spare you.”
With a flick of his sleeve, Jun Chong turned and walked into the endless darkness, his black attire blending seamlessly with the shadows until he was no longer visible.
“Shizui, tell me, what happened to Jun Chong? Why doesn’t he recognize me?”
As soon as Jun Chong left, I collapsed into Shizui's arms. I had just been drained of blood and could barely stand; now I felt utterly weak, my spirit fading little by little.
Shizui looked down at me, his gaze soft yet filled with concern. He reached out to brush aside my disheveled hair and sighed lightly.
“When I received your message earlier, I had already found Tao Wu. She told me that Jun Chong was caught in the Dark Vortex, a forbidden place for beings of the Three Realms and Six Paths. I’ve never been there, so I don’t know what happens inside. Just when I was trying to find a way to save him, Jun Chong returned. But at the same time, I discovered that all his memories of you were gone. It might be due to the Dark Vortex. So, Anxin, I'm sorry; I couldn’t bring back the Jun Chong you knew.”
“That’s absolute nonsense!” As soon as Jun Chong left, the magic binding Molin dissipated. He rudely snatched me from Shizui's embrace, his expression filled with even more hatred and disgust. “So you’re all in this together! Just to toy with human emotions! Let me tell you, if anything happens to Anxin, I will not let you go! Anxin, let’s go.”
“ Molin, I—”
I still had things to say, but Shizui shook his head. “Anxin, you should go back and rest well. Although I don’t know how you came to possess the Twinborn Vine, it is currently on Jun Chong's hand. He cannot leave you. Go home and get some sleep; when you wake up, he will definitely be by your side.”
“Twinborn Vine?” I asked in confusion as I looked at my hand. “Is this it?”
“Yes.” Shizui smiled slightly. “Unless you stop loving him, he will never be able to leave you. Anxin, even if the past memories are beautiful, they will eventually fade away. If we can allow someone who has lost their memories to choose love again, that is true success. I believe you can do it.”
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