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Yama's Wedding
Jun Ruo knew that the mechanisms could not trap Mo Yi, but she never expected him to catch up so quickly, and right in front of her. No matter what she did, she could not escape this fate.
Looking at the arrows aimed at her and the children, she said, "Mo Yi, this is between you and me. Let these children go. Whatever you want, I will comply." For the sake of these children's survival, Jun Ruo was willing to abandon her pitiful pride. Nothing mattered more than living; only by surviving could one attain everything else.
Mo Yi sat on his horse, observing the disheveled Jun Ruo. "Do you really think you have any right to negotiate with me?"
"You." Jun Ruo felt a lump in her throat, unable to utter a word.
"The past is merely a game; why take it so seriously?"
Jun Ruo nearly bit her tongue to calm herself down; it was only because she had taken things too seriously. She reached up to touch the corner of her eye, using her thumb to catch a tear that had fallen. The crystal-clear droplet glimmered in the firelight like a tear of blood. Jun Ruo knew that she could not leave this place today, and she felt pity for the children. If it weren't for her, how could they have suffered such calamity? It was her inability to see people clearly that had brought them this misfortune.
With a whoosh, Mo Yi's arrow left no room for Jun Ruo to evade; it came straight at her.
A sharp pain spread through Jun Ruo's heart. She could no longer distinguish whether it was the pain from the wound or from her already shattered heart.
Closing her eyes again and focusing, she thought, "Jun Ruo, today I am fortunate to take you as my wife."
"Jun Ruo, today you are my wife."
"Yi Mo, I vow to be with you forever."
The vows of old echoed in her ears, but where was that Yi Mo now?
Jun Ruo's vision grew darker, and before her stood Mo Yi, looking just as he had when they first met. This encounter felt like a fleeting illusion, a moment she had taken too seriously.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Jun Ruo found herself in a bed, her body feeling strangely unburdened. As she regained consciousness, her mind was still hazy. She held her aching head and glanced around the room.
"What is going on?" Jun Ruo wondered, observing the layout of the room. Hadn't she already died? How was she now waking up in a bed?
The room was sparsely furnished; aside from her bed, there was only a simple table. In the center stood an ancient red Eight Immortals table, accompanied by a fish basket and several bamboo chairs neatly arranged around it. The decor was exceedingly simple yet elegant, with the entire structure made of bamboo. Jun Ruo found herself captivated by the simplicity and clarity of the place, pondering who its owner might be—a person of great taste, no doubt.
"Is anyone there? Can someone please tell me where I am?" Jun Ruo called out toward the outside, but after waiting for a while, there was no response. Was she truly alone here? She thought to herself. "Is anyone there?" she called again, louder this time. After sitting in silence for a moment longer with no reply, it seemed that indeed no one was present. Had she ended up in an empty house? The last memory she had was of Mo Yi killing her once more; it appeared she had been foolish enough to let it happen again.
After waiting a bit longer and confirming that there was no one around, Jun Ruo pondered how she had arrived at this place. Logically speaking, she should have been lost to the void by now. While she lay unconscious, memories of that day when she saw Mo City flooded back—memories she had tried so hard to bury. No matter how much she wished to forget those events, they remained etched in her mind, beyond her control.
Jun Ruo rose from the bed and opened the door, stepping outside to discover that she was in a bamboo house surrounded by lush green bamboo groves. Before her lay a sea of blooming white dandelions. A pebble path led past a bamboo table with a chessboard on it toward the house where she had awakened. Standing at the entrance, she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of bamboo. As she stepped outside, she realized this was a two-story structure. To her left were rooms, and a verdant staircase led up to the second floor. Curiously, Jun Ruo ascended the stairs and stood on the upper level; behind the house flowed a clear stream where fish occasionally surfaced for air and crabs scuttled about. The atmosphere felt reminiscent of returning to nature's embrace—a refreshing sensation washed over her. She couldn't wait to discover who the owner of this place was.
"Jun Ruo, you’re awake," came a voice from behind her—Yao Guang.
Turning around, Jun Ruo saw Yao Guang and Xue standing right behind her.
"Yao Guang?" Jun Ruo asked curiously.
"You’re awake! Did you know you’ve been unconscious for over a month?" Yao Guang exclaimed with joy upon seeing Jun Ruo standing before him.
"I?" Jun Ruo struggled to process this information; countless questions swirled in her mind about how she ended up here. Hadn’t she already died? What was this place? And why were Yao Guang and Xue re? A barrage of questions filled her thoughts, yet she didn't know where to begin.
"You’re fine; you didn’t die," Yao Guang said directly, sensing Jun Ruo's hesitation and addressing what she longed to know.
"Then how did I end up here?" Yao Guang's response eased some of Jun Ruo's worries.
"I, along with Xue, brought you back. This place is..."
"What is it?" Halfway through, Yao Guang paused again, leaving Jun Ruo curious about what could be so difficult to share.
"This is where I brought you."
At that moment, Jun Ruo froze. That voice—no matter where she went, she would always remember it. It was Mo Yi's voice.
Looking past Yao Guang and Xue, Jun Ruo saw the person standing behind them.
The instant she laid eyes on Mo Yi, she felt her blood run cold.
"You brought us here," Jun Ruo said, trying to steady her emotions as she calmly asked Mo Yi.
"Yes, that's right," Mo Yi replied, nodding lightly in acknowledgment.
Seeing Mo Yi again stirred a different feeling within Jun Ruo. (To be continued.)
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