So, the first time Fengguang lost her memory and then slowly regained it, she went to Taibai Jinxing for answers. He replied that Suva was never sincere—he only wanted her heart, to use it in saving someone else.
At that time, Fengguang was stunned. But once Suva sensed her desire to escape, he confined her to Weiming Residence, forbidding her from going anywhere. With no one to save her, she fell into despair. In the end, she chose suicide—and that marked the start of the second cycle. She kept dying, then reviving, over and over, trapped in a dead loop.
In that moment now, something in Fengguang’s mind seemed to click open. Memories from the past came flooding in, overwhelming her. She clutched at her temple, suffering as she was forced to relive everything—including the memory of her thirteen deaths.
“Fengguang… what’s wrong?” Suva asked. With one arm cradling Xiaoxiao, he used his other hand to caress Fengguang’s cheek, his gentle eyes full of concern.
Fengguang stayed silent for a long time, unwilling to say a single word.
Even though the truth had finally unraveled, one thing still made no sense—the disappearance of the system. The system wouldn’t just vanish for no reason. But she had no clue at all.
Looking at the man before her, she suddenly wanted to sigh at fate’s cruelty. Back when she endured her tribulation in the mortal world, she’d chosen to die at Zhong Ran’s hands. She thought the story ended there. Who would have guessed she’d be reborn as a princess of the heavens, tangled up with this newly arrived teacher, Suva? They even married. On their wedding day, when she saw Suva in the midst of the devouring aura, she had to admit—she really had misunderstood him.
Each time he wiped her memory, after a while she would gradually recall fragments—not the whole truth, just blurred pieces. And the letter had been written based on that fragmented state.
It was she herself who had hidden Xiaoxiao. It was Suva, not her, who had cut out a heart. Taibai Jinxing had misinterpreted Suva’s words and misled her… And because of that letter, each time she tried to run, she ended up imprisoned in Weiming Residence, only to take her own life, starting the cycle all over again.
Fengguang had never felt so utterly… screwed over. Yes—screwed over.
Someone once said, When enough coincidences stack up, they become inevitability. She had walked straight into an inescapable death loop. And Suva… Suva was a man who acted only by his own will. He had no so-called “normal” worldview. All he believed was that he couldn’t live without Fengguang, so he wouldn’t let her leave. As for why she distrusted him so deeply, he assumed it was just like back on the battlefield—that she thought his feelings for her were mere curiosity, not love. Suva naively believed her attempts to escape stemmed only from that. From beginning to end, he never once discovered the letter, nor realized that his careless words had started the cycle of torment between them.
And Xiaoxiao… Xiaoxiao was the accident in this endless loop. Suva had always known of her existence, and he knew how important she was. As long as Xiaoxiao was there, Fengguang could never truly choose to leave him.
Some say children are the bond that holds a family together. Suva didn’t really believe in that saying. But… he was willing to give it a try.