Bi Lian’s eyes observed her with a deep gaze for a long while, finding no trace of pretense on her face. A dark glint flashed in his eyes, his emotions too swift for anyone to discern.
As if to test her, he leaned closer, almost pressing himself against Shen Yue.
Shen Yue felt uncomfortable and shifted slightly to the side, only to be reoccupied by the man.
Bi Lian stared intently at her expression and asked tentatively, "Do you truly not remember who you are? Do you remember me? Do you know my name?"
Shen Yue, initially uneasy due to the man’s aggressive aura, was about to get up. Upon hearing his words, she fell silent, her red lips pressing together, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. "I don't remember."
Bi Lian was momentarily lost. He didn't know how to react; the information exploded in his mind like a bomb, forcing him to accept it.
If she had truly forgotten past grievances, what were his current hatred, his complex emotions, his present confusion, worth?
If Shen Yue didn't remember, how could he possibly hold her accountable?
Then, what kind of relationship did they even have?
The fingers hanging from the sleeves of his black ink robe clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. Shen Yue disliked people being so close, even with amnesia, she was still like this. So, after speaking, Shen Yue stood up on her own.
The hand that had been on her shoulder missed.
Bi Lian stared at her for a long time, and Shen Yue, sensing his gaze, turned to face him.
Her pale, translucent face, vibrant lips, white jade earlobes, and frost-white hair were like an immortal spirit fallen to the mortal realm, utterly free of worldly concerns.
Bi Lian remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed, the gloom in his eyes gradually dissipating.
His voice was hoarse, carrying an undisguised gentleness.
"It's okay if you don't remember."
"Then allow me to tell you solemnly, the relationship between us… I am actually your husband."
He took Shen Yue's slightly stiff hand, pulling her closer. He gently caressed the back of her hand with his fingertip, in a manner both intimate and affectionate.
His voice was full of helplessness yet tinged with indulgence.
"Your name is Shen Yue, and I am Bi Lian. You used to love me very much, but I never agreed. It was only when you persistently confessed your feelings to me that I saw my own heart clearly, and thus we became bound by eternal vows."
Shen Yue: "..."
She had never met such an impudent person.
The system was a little confused: [Why would you pretend to have amnesia out of the blue?]
Shen Yue: [Don't you see? The big villain doesn't intend to kill me at all; he just covets my body! And he's keeping such a close watch on me, how can I seek death? If I don't seek death, how can I complete the mission?]
The system found some logic in her words: [But I don't think the big villain would let you die.]
It had just seen that Shen Yue had only been unconscious for a few days, and the big villain was so anxious he seemed ready to destroy the heavens and earth. How could he bear to kill Shen Yue?
Shen Yue played coy: [A wise person has their own stratagems.]
"Is that so? I don't remember."
She was still unaccustomed to being held so intimately by the hand, but after hearing the man's words, she didn't dare to pull away, merely lowering her frost-white, snow-like eyelashes.
Bi Lian's arm wrapped around her slender, soft waist, his face slowly leaning against hers, like a spoiled child. "It's alright if you don't remember. I'll stay with you and help you remember slowly."
The white-robed immortal was blind. If she could see, she would notice the expression on the man embracing her waist.
"I will definitely, let you, slowly remember..."
His dark eyes suddenly blazed with a dark red, demonic fire, a blood-red hue like a smear of sweet blood staining those eyes.
His expression began to become wild.
The half-exposed fingers from his snow-white sleeves trembled slightly. She pursed her lips and softly asked, "Why can't I remember anything?"
"Because you were injured. It's my fault; I didn't protect you well enough. You were injured and poisoned. This is a side effect of the residual poison, which is why you can't remember anything."
Bi Lian, like a large dog, nuzzled and sniffed her, his voice tinged with a sinister tone.
"Or perhaps it's because you were too disobedient. You don't know how badly you treated me before; you used to hit and scold me often."
He said the latter part of his sentence in a suddenly low and deep voice, filled with unspoken grievance.
As if afraid Shen Yue wouldn't believe him, he grabbed her hand and guided it to his own nape. Shen Yue’s fingertips touched an uneven spot, appearing to be a deep scar.
"This is because of you. I almost died."
Shen Yue subconsciously caressed it a few times. Her cold, soft fingertips were as light as feathers. Shen Yue couldn't see; she had no idea how ugly that scar was.
This action, however, stunned Bi Lian. His mind went blank for a moment. For the first time in his life, he felt like a slow-witted fool. The skin on the back of his neck felt numb.
That numbness converged into a fine stream, impacting his heart. His body lost all strength, as if he were drowning in such a pleasant numbness.
His arms tightened, his entire face buried in her embrace, his ears hidden beneath his dark hair burning hot.
His nose caught a faint, sweet fragrance, very pleasant.
By his ear, he heard the white-robed immortal's worried and self-reproaching voice.
"Does it hurt?"
Those three simple words were like a gentle breeze brushing past his eardrums.
Bi Lian felt as if the words had traveled through time before reaching his ears.
He thought he would remain unmoved, but inexplicably, his nose felt a prickle, and his eyes felt dry.
A strong emotion surged into his heart.
It was grievance, sadness, resentment, and anger…
It hurt; how could it not hurt?
He hurt so much he wanted to die, but he persevered.
Bi Lian thought he would erupt in rage, grab Shen Yue by the neck, and tell her, word by word, how much he had suffered.
But in reality, he only tightened his embrace, pulling Shen Yue's waist as if wanting to meld her into his very bones.
His voice came out muffled.
He said, "It hurts. So, you have to treat me better from now on."
A hand came from above his head. The owner of that hand was truly gentle, softly stroking his hair, as if in pity, filled with tenderness.
Her clear voice was low, yet melodious.
"Okay."
They hugged for a long time. Shen Yue did not struggle or push him away. She merely gently stroked his hair, as if comforting a wronged child.
Only when Bi Lian's emotions stabilized did he, somewhat greedily, reluctant to let go of the fragrance emanating from Shen Yue.
Shen Yue, seeing that it was about time, finally broke free from his embrace. "Take me out for a walk, I'm feeling a bit stifled."
"Alright, I'll tie your hair for you."
Bi Lian took Shen Yue's hand and led her to a bronze mirror, making her sit down. He then cupped her silky, soft silver hair and began to tie it for her with great seriousness.
His movements were gentle, as if treating a precious treasure.
Bi Lian had intended to take Shen Yue out for a change of scenery, but as soon as he finished tying her hair, a man in black suddenly appeared.
Bi Lian's gaze turned cold, and the man in black immediately fell silent, lowering his head and kneeling on one knee.
Shen Yue sensed the sudden appearance of a strange aura in the hall. She tilted her head slightly. "Do you have something you need to attend to?"
Bi Lian's voice was filled with apology. "Can I come back to be with you later?"
Shen Yue nodded faintly.
Perhaps it was truly urgent, and Bi Lian left in haste.
Shen Yue sat alone in front of the bronze mirror for a long time. After a while, she groped her way to her feet and walked towards the palace entrance.
As she stepped out of the palace, a maid with clear features silently approached. "Where is the Immortal Lord going?"
Shen Yue: "Just wandering around."
Xiao Die lowered her head. "Allow this servant to guide Immortal Lord."
Shen Yue agreed. After all, she was now an amnesiac, and a blind one at that. Wandering aimlessly would indeed be suspicious.
The flowers in the palace bloomed vibrantly, and a faint floral fragrance permeated the air as she walked. Cicadas chirped and birds sang around her, the scenery enchanting.
Lotus ponds and lakes, with their clear waters and red reflections, complemented each other.
Paths of black pebbles wound from tranquil pavilions and towers, with unique arched bridges and rippling blue waters.
As Shen Yue walked, her clothes were lightly coated with a captivating floral scent that, when inhaled for long, brought a sense of peace and exhilaration.
The maid walking beside her moved with almost imperceptible steps, like a transparent figure.
The hem of the white-robed immortal's garment was gently lifted by the breeze. Her voice was soft, yet not cold.
"What is your name?"
The maid: "This servant is Xiao Die."
"Xiao Die." Her voice, clear and melodious, made even an ordinary name sound completely different when spoken by her.
She tilted her head to look at the maid. Beneath her thick, frost-white eyelashes were eyes more beautiful than any gem, though they were hollow and lacked focus.
Xiao Die met those eyes. Even though she knew the white-robed immortal could not see, her heart still leaped inexplicably.
She heard the white-robed immortal speak.
"Can you tell me about my past?"
Xiao Die froze, momentarily unable to process this.
The white-robed immortal, sensing her confused gaze, gently explained, "I don't remember anything from before."
Xiao Die suddenly understood. She had wondered why the white-robed immortal seemed different today, thinking it might be due to her prolonged coma. Seeing the sincere expression on the white-robed immortal's face, she, with her ears turning red, lowered her head.
"Immortal Lord is a very good person."
Shen Yue remained silent, quietly awaiting her continuation. However, after waiting for a long time, she did not hear the other person speak again.
She couldn't help but ask, "And then?"
Xiao Die nervously fiddled with the corner of her robe. Her thoughts were simple, dividing things into good and bad. She hadn't spoken many words with the white-robed immortal, but she knew the Immortal Lord was a good person.
She was different from others.
If she had to pinpoint how she was different, Xiao Die couldn't say.
After racking her brain for a long time, Xiao Die cautiously whispered, "Immortal Lord is an exceptionally good person."
"Is that all?"
"...Yes."
Shen Yue couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Besides being good, is there nothing else?"
She found the young girl before her to be persistent and pure.
Xiao Die rarely saw the white-robed immortal smile. Now, looking at a face that could outshine any beauty, the usually expressionless face and tight lips couldn't help but curve upwards.
Besides being good, she truly couldn't think of anything else.
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The night deepened, the sky filled with stars.
Faint yellow light illuminated the water palace and cloud chambers, making the white jade floors gleam with a soft radiance. Thin veils fluttered gently.
Bi Lian pushed open the door, holding a bowl of peach blossom soup.
Shen Yue was sitting on a soft couch, facing away from him.
Bi Lian walked over, and Shen Yue put down her book. The couch was large and wide, easily accommodating two people.
Bi Lian, holding the peach blossom soup, said with a smile, "I made a bowl of peach blossom soup. You used to love eating it the most."
Shen Yue: "..."
I didn't; you're making things up.
Bi Lian held the bowl, as if to feed her himself.
Shen Yue felt uncomfortable with such intimate behavior. "I can do it myself."
The man said pitifully, "But you used to let me feed you."
Shen Yue: "..."
Bi Lian spooned the soup towards her mouth, coaxing her like a child. "Ahhh~" he gestured for her to open her mouth.
Shen Yue, enduring the humiliation, opened her mouth.
Although it was Bi Lian's first time feeding someone, and he was clumsy, it was still somewhat smooth.
After finishing the bowl of peach blossom soup, Shen Yue also felt tired. Her current body was incomparable to her past state; a mere stroll in the courtyard left her feeling exhausted.
Bi Lian set the empty bowl aside and directly scooped Shen Yue up, gently placing her on the bed. Bi Lian said a few words by the bedside, but due to her extreme drowsiness, she didn't hear them clearly and drifted into sleep.
Hearing the steady breathing from the bed, Bi Lian couldn't help but reach out and lovingly trace her contours.
Her silver hair spread across the pillow, and faint, warm light filtered through the thin gauze, illuminating her features. The interplay of light and shadow made her seem dreamlike.
Bi Lian's fingers first gently caressed her hair, then slowly moved down, caressing every inch of her skin – her brows, the corners of her eyes, the bridge of her nose – lingering with reluctance.
Finally, they rested on her vibrant lips.
The area around his heart felt as if warm currents were flowing through it, instantly filling him with tender emotions.
He knew how soft those lips were, and how fragrant.
Hers alone—
The man raised his eyes, his sharp, cold gaze falling on the oblivious Shen Yue. His look was possessive, like a hunter guarding its prey.
The demon doctor had already been waiting by the door.
Upon receiving a message from inside, the demon doctor quickly and silently entered, daring not to make any noise.
He first took Shen Yue's pulse, then looked at the inscrutable Bi Lian with a pale face.
Bi Lian wanted Shen Yue to rest well, so he took the demon doctor to the palace entrance.
Once he confirmed that the person inside could not hear, Bi Lian said coldly, "Why did she suddenly lose her memory?"
The demon doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and said tremblingly, "Perhaps the Dragon Poison has infiltrated her internal organs, stimulating the nerves, which caused the memory loss."