Just as she expected, Fengguang found a box resting on the ceiling beam. She carried it down and set it on the table. The box was covered in a thick layer of dust, but it was indeed secured with a lock.
Without thinking much about it, Fengguang slipped the key into the lock. A light twist, and it clicked open.
Her hand hovered over the box, but instinctively pulled back. A strange, unshakable feeling warned her that if she opened it, something significant would happen.
At the same time, another voice in her heart urged: if she didn’t open it, she might forever lose the truth. But… what truth?
Fengguang didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn’t let it slip away.
She placed her hand back on the box and pressed down lightly. The lid opened. To her surprise, there was no treasure inside—only a letter. Though it was impossible to tell how long it had been there, the letter had been preserved with immortal arts; the white envelope hadn’t even yellowed.
She took it out. On the front, scrawled in crooked, uneven characters, were the words: A letter to myself.
She knew this handwriting well—it was hers. She had never been good at calligraphy. Whenever she wrote with a brush, her words always came out lopsided, just barely legible.
Her heart skipped a beat. This was a letter she had written to herself? From before she lost her memory…
Now she couldn’t afford to hesitate. She quickly tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter.
“By the time I read this letter, I will have no idea how many times I will have lost my memory.”
The very first line stunned Fengguang. Panic surged, but she forced herself to keep reading:
Today, I suddenly had the thought to write myself a letter. But once I picked up the brush, I didn’t know what to say. Fear and hatred made my hand shake. System-kun’s sudden disappearance, the plot collapsing in ways that defy reason—everything has left me lost and helpless.
One day, I woke up with no memory of this world. A man told me he was my husband. His name is Suva. Yes, he’s a good man—gentle, considerate, the kind of person it’s easy to like. But instinct told me something was wrong. Not just because System-kun had vanished, but because of the way everyone reacted whenever they saw the two of us together.
A young man named Jiandan said he wanted to take me to the Demon Realm, that he wanted to save me. A little girl named Beiming Yu kept confessing her feelings to Suva, but I could tell—she didn’t love him. She feared him. I couldn’t make sense of it… until Yunque told me everything. As my memories slowly returned, I remembered it all.
When I wrote this letter, it was already my third time losing my memory. I still couldn’t recall the events of when I first came to this world. The only thing I knew was that I was a princess of the Heavenly Realm. While I was searching for Zhong Ran, I met Suva.
Back then, System-kun was still with me. He told me I could capture this man’s heart. And I did. We fell in love. Then we were married. But on the day of our wedding, the heavens collapsed. Devouring Qi surged out… and he stood right in the middle of it.
Jiandan told me Suva was taking revenge on me.
I didn’t understand. And that was when System-kun disappeared.
At that moment… I used my own life to mend the rift in the heavens. What I didn’t expect was that I would live again—but in a state of amnesia.
Taibai Jinxing told me that my heart could bring the dead back to life, but only if I gave it willingly. And so, I kept falling into the same sweet trap. Each time I remembered, I would lose my memory again.
Now, as I read this letter, I don’t even know which time this is. But I must remind myself of one thing: I need to find Xiaoxiao…
I need to find the daughter he hid away.
GhostCloudd On WBICDPH Chapter 93