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That night felt impossibly long.
The battle had been so intense that by the time the sun was high in the sky the next day, the beautiful woman in bed was still lazily nestled in the man’s embrace, unwilling to get up.
For over twenty years, Fang Yue had always maintained a strict routine, but today, he was more than willing to break it and indulge in a rare morning of idleness with the woman he loved. Her long, jet-black hair made her fair skin appear even more delicate, highlighting the red marks scattered across her body. One of his arms served as her pillow while the other gently traced the fading kiss marks on her neck. A deep sense of satisfaction washed over him.
She was his. Every inch of her, from her hair to her toes, had been touched by him. He had marked her as his in every way possible.
“Feng Guang.”
She hummed softly, eyes half-closed. “Hm?”
“When all the trouble is settled, I’ll give you the grandest wedding.”
Feng Guang, still half-asleep, mumbled, “It doesn’t have to be extravagant. As long as the world knows we’re husband and wife, that’s enough.”
To her, a wedding was just a formality. Its true purpose was to make sure other women knew that Fang Yue was her husband and wouldn’t dare have any inappropriate thoughts about him—just as no other man should dare think about her. That was what a wedding was for, wasn’t it?
Fang Yue pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. “If it’s too simple, it wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“Then wouldn’t it be even more unfair that I took you to bed without giving you an official title first?”
He considered this seriously for a moment. “You… have a point.”
“In my opinion, as long as you love me and I love you, what does it matter how extravagant the ceremony is? Fang Yue, you just need to remember one thing—your wife is Feng Guang.” She kissed the bridge of his nose. “You’re not allowed to have other women, and you’re not allowed to fall for anyone else. Just for this lifetime, at least.”
Fang Yue’s voice was low. “Why only this lifetime?”
Because she could only stay by his side in this world.
Feng Guang, feigning wisdom beyond her years, said, “Even this lifetime is uncertain. What if, in the next life, you meet another woman and fall for her instead?”
“I won’t.” He caught her wandering hand that had been idly tracing his waist under the covers. “In every lifetime, I will only love Feng Guang.”
She was momentarily touched. “But what if I only exist in this lifetime?”
“Then I’ll find a way to go to whatever world you exist in.” He kissed her fingers. “Feng Guang, I am destined to be entangled with you for eternity. If you live, I live. If you die… then I will die too.”
His black eyes burned with unwavering devotion, making her heart race.
She had never expected to hear such obsessive words from someone as disciplined as Fang Yue. Somewhere in the depths of her memories, in a past she could no longer recall, she felt as if someone had once said something similar to her. Someone had sworn to be with her for eternity. But who? In which world? She couldn’t remember.
A strange sense of fear crept up her spine.
Seeing the anxiety forming in her eyes, Fang Yue’s heart clenched. He held her tighter, his voice gentle. “Feng Guang, don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I just… I love you too much. I can’t imagine a life without you.”
Before meeting her, his days had been predictable—waking at dawn, training with his sword, sleeping at the same hour every night. But since meeting Feng Guang, everything had fallen into disarray. He woke earlier, only to gaze at his sword without using it. He slept later, simply to hear more of her voice.
Feng Guang suddenly felt like she was overthinking things. In a muffled voice, she said, “I’m not scared. I was just wondering—how do you plan to clear your name?”
The person who framed him was none other than the highly respected elder, Daoist Yimu. Fang Yue’s alleged crimes had already spread far and wide—there was no doubt about who the public would believe.
Fang Yue was silent for a moment before saying, “I need to return to Xuan Sect… and find Yimu.”
“You’re insane!” Feng Guang lifted her head from his embrace. “That’s his territory! If you go back, you’re walking straight into a trap!”
“No one will know I’m there.” He ran his fingers through her hair as if soothing a restless cat. “I know that every month on the 27th, Yimu enters seclusion at Mingyin Temple to meditate. He wouldn’t expect my injuries to heal this quickly. Today is already the 28th. By next month’s 27th, if I can’t clear my name, then at the very least, I will avenge Elder Huanjian.”
That day, he had trusted Daoist Yimu’s words and snuck into Elder Huanjian’s study, only to find the elder’s lifeless body. Moments later, his junior disciples had stormed in, and soon after, news spread that the long-lost Heavenly Round Seal had been found in his quarters.
He had doubted it at first but couldn’t bring himself to fully believe the truth—until that sword had pierced his body, severing not just flesh but also the bond of master and disciple.
Yet even now, he could still remember the way Elder Huanjian had once patiently guided his swordsmanship. He couldn’t let his master die in vain.
Feng Guang spoke seriously. “Fine. You can go find him. But I’m coming with you.”
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