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Yama's Wedding
“What’s going on? Didn’t she already die? How could she also lose her memory?” Xiao Yao Hao gripped Xue’s shoulders, desperate for him to reveal everything. What happened? Wasn’t Liu Qing doing well? How could she become a ghost and lose her memory?
“Calm down and listen to me,” Xue said, feeling uncomfortable under Xiao Yao Hao’s grip. He had no choice but to try to soothe him, hoping he could calm down and listen carefully.
“How can I not be agitated? Hurry up!” Xiao Yao Hao was pushed back into his chair by Xue, his anxious expression evident. Even though Xue ld him down, he leaned forward, struggling to control himself despite knowing he should listen quietly.
“I’m not entirely sure about the specifics. All I know is that when Yao Guang saw her, it seemed she had forgotten everything from her life—she didn’t remember her past or the people and events from before. The only thing she remembered was that her name is Liu Qing. Moreover, when we first saw her, she was standing behind you, watching you.” Xue summarized the situation as briefly as possible.
“She… she really forgot everything? How could this happen? You said when you first saw her, she was behind me. Doesn’t that mean she remembers me? Doesn’t it mean she just doesn’t want to recall the days we spent together?” Xiao Yao Hao looked helplessly at Xue, not wanting to let go of any glimmer of hope.
“No, she truly has no memory. As for why she stays by your side, it’s simply because the memory-less her finds you familiar, so she tries to stay close in hopes of remembering something. But it seems that’s not working.”
Xue’s words shattered Xiao Yao Hao’s last shred of hope. What was he even hoping for? Wasn’t he the one who let her go first? Now, she had completely left him behind; what was he still clinging to here? Wasn’t it better this way—forgetting the pain of her past life? This way, Liu Qing wouldn’t return to being that happy and free person from the beginning. Yet now, all that remained in his memories was himself, living in the remnants of their once beautiful relationship. For some reason, Xiao Yao Hao suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over him, as if he had been utterly abandoned by this world.
“Do you want to see her?” Xue asked as he looked at Xiao Yao Hao slumped on the ground, recalling the image of Liu Qing crying alone. He also remembered Aunt Qiao from Changle Village before they met Yao Guang. They were all just fools in this world.
Upon hearing this question, Xiao Yao Hao could hardly believe his ears. Could he see her again? But in the next moment, he immediately shook his head. “Seeing her again would only bring more troubles; as long as she’s doing well, that’s enough!”
“She is already dead; she just hasn’t been reincarnated yet. As a ghost, she wanders through time and has already broken the rules of the Underworld. It won’t be long before a Ghost Messenger comes to take her back to the Underworld for reincarnation. From then on, there will be no more Liu Qing in this world. So are you afraid of seeing her one last time?” Xue felt an inexplicable urge to give these two a chance. After all, from what he had seen of Liu Qing in the room earlier—if he wasn’t mistaken—her soul had reached a point where it was too late for reincarnation; it would slowly dissipate into nothingness without leaving a trace behind. This was also why Xue believed Liu Qing hadn’t harmed anyone.
As a soul wronged in life, its resentment after death is often strong, much like those evil spirits spoken of in human tales. The more painful the death, the stronger the resentment becomes. After becoming a soul, this resentment often sustains them and grants them power; they can manifest not only at night but also during the day. Moreover, as their resentment grows stronger and their power increases, they can even take on physical forms and appear before humans based on their desires. This is why some people encounter ghosts; it’s due to these souls’ overwhelming hatred or other obsessions.
Liu Qing was different. Although she suffered greatly before her death and harbored resentment towards Xiao Yao Hao, she could not deceive her own heart. In contrast to her grievances against him, there was a deeper sense of despair that felt like ashes in her heart. This despair suppressed her resentment before she died, leading to a state where, upon her soul's departure from her body, this sorrow filled her essence. She instinctively forgot these matters; perhaps the pain within was too intense, or perhaps it was sheer hopelessness that made her choose to give up. Her soul wandered like a lost spirit, lingering in the manor without leaving. Even if Liu Qing forgot everything, deep down she still believed that Xiao Yao Hao was someone familiar and dear to her. Thus, her spirit drifted within the manor for a long time, without reincarnation or attachment—like a newborn baby, full of curiosity about the world but lacking care. A baby cannot feed itself and will gradually fall ill and perish over time. Liu Qing's current state resembled that of a weak infant on the verge of death; such a soul could not travel far and could not bear the power of reincarnation.
Without desires, attachments, or longings, Liu Qing was merely a person, not a deity—seeing through the mundane yet unable to attain enlightenment, she could only quietly dissipate into the earth. Human life is so insignificant; an overly pure soul is not permitted by this world, and thus the outcome becomes evident.
Xue sighed. There were too many such occurrences, and he felt powerless to change them; he could only hope he had not erred this time.
Would they never meet again? Xiao Yao Hao suddenly recalled the first time he met Liu Qing. At that time, he had just left his mother's protection and ventured alone into the world, still so young and competitive. After dealing with a group of bandits, he thought he had done a good deed but was unexpectedly stabbed in the back by one of those he saved. How could he have known the dangers of the world back then? Even though he had saved someone’s life, just seeing that person's face led to such treachery. As he fell, he heard that person say, "Hero, what I did today is not my wish; I have my reasons and cannot leave any witnesses alive. One day, I will bow at your grave and apologize." What good is regret after death? He truly regretted saving such a person. Before closing his eyes for the last time, Xiao Yao Hao felt overwhelming remorse.
When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was a figure in red. "Oh! You're awake! Not bad! You woke up so quickly!"
Later on, he learned that although the person's sword had pierced his heart, it hadn't gone all the way through before they left. After he lost consciousness, this woman had picked him up because she thought his appearance was decent enough to fetch a good price—just enough to help with her family's expenses.
Xiao Yao Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly at this revelation. Here he was, the young master of Xiao Yao Villa, relying on his looks for assistance. He felt deeply dissatisfied.
The woman in red listened to his complaints and reached out to pat his face. "Hey! You should be grateful for your good looks; otherwise, I wouldn't care whether you lived or died." With that, she casually touched his face again and pinched it lightly. "Not bad—soft skin and nice texture."
This made Xiao Yao Hao blush; he had never encountered such a bold woman before. Every noble lady he'd met had been demure and shy in front of him, but this one dared to tease him.
"You... as a woman, how can you be so shameless?" Xiao Yao Hao exclaimed angrily. However, due to the severity of his wound, he couldn't move; otherwise, he would have taught this audacious woman a lesson.
"What? What's wrong with me?" The woman pointed at herself and mimicked Xiao Yao Hao's earlier stammering words. "You haven't even grown all your hair yet; you want to teach me? Let me show you how to treat your savior properly!" With that, she pulled back his covers and removed his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Now Xiao Yao Hao truly panicked; he'd rather be killed by that person than endure humiliation from this mysterious woman.
"I, what do you think I want to do?" The woman became even more excited upon seeing Xiao Yao Hao like this. Taking the opportunity, she reached out and touched Xiao Yao Hao's chest.
"Wow, still a fighter, huh? This physique is quite impressive. It would be a shame to sell it off directly. Tsk tsk, how about I have some fun first?" As she spoke, her hands continued to roam over Xiao Yao Hao's body, accompanied by some suggestive remarks.
"You... you shameless..." This was the first time Xiao Yao Hao encountered such a bold woman and didn't know how to respond. In the end, overwhelmed with anger and embarrassment, he fainted. Just before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard the woman say, "Oh, just like that? This isn't fun at all. Hey, wake up! Wake up!" She even poked at Xiao Yao Hao's wound, which caused him to completely lose consciousness.
When he woke up again, he learned that the woman who saved him was named Liu Qing. Orphaned and alone, he couldn't help but think to himself how uncultured she seemed; no wonder she acted that way—she was just a country girl.
Reflecting on the past, Xiao Yao Hao felt a sense of nostalgia for those carefree days. At that time, Liu Qing was truly the happiest. If she had never met him, she would likely have lived a very happy life. Her life was like her favorite color red—bold and warm.
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