Nan Xuzong lowered his head, his gaze suddenly shooting straight into her eyes, as if he had seen something. Ji Wushang blushed instantly and lowered her head to snuggle into his arms.
He chuckled and said, "No need to be shy. You are mine, and I am yours. Why hide it?"
Ji Wushang listened, and buried himself even deeper.
"You've hit me in the chest, it hurts a little."
"What?" Ji Wushang looked up immediately upon hearing this. Little did he know that he had already stopped the carriage.
"Have you forgotten that you hurt me?" Nan Xuzong wildly opened his clothes a little, revealing his muscular chest. Sure enough, what came into view was a small, deep scar.
Ji Wushang was startled. "Are you... are you alright? I... I really didn't mean to."
"I'm fine." He kissed her forehead affectionately, and she had nowhere to hide, so she could only passively accept it. Unexpectedly, she felt that the kiss was so familiar and so warm.
"We're here." Nan Xuzong let go of her and looked at the scenery in front of him.
Upon hearing the question, Ji Wushang immediately turned around and looked back, only to find a vast forest of fallen flowers!
The ground was covered in snow, yet many plum blossoms bloomed on the branches, their red petals vibrant and their white petals as pure as snow. Some petals even fell to the ground, and when the wind rose, it swirled the petals from the branches, sending them fluttering down.
"When the flowers fall, Wu Shang, do you still remember? We met during this season of falling flowers." Nan Xuzong took a deep breath and gently put her down. She stood there, looking at the forest in surprise.
I had never seen anything like it before; it was so beautiful.
At this moment, Nan Xuzong pressed some button, and the wheelchair, carrying the person, landed steadily on the ground from the carriage. He gently pushed the wheelchair to Ji Wushang's side, "I still remember the panic and the look on your face when you saw me. You were afraid of me."
"I'm afraid of you? Why?" Ji Wushang turned around and looked into his pure eyes.
Behind him were wind, falling flowers, red plum blossoms, and drifting snow. His white robe made him look like a celestial being descended to earth. The vermilion dot between his brows and the sorrowful look in his eyes made Ji Wushang fall in love with him.
"For no reason," he suddenly sighed.
Suddenly, all around fell silent; you could almost hear the sound of plum blossoms opening.
"Do you like it here?" He suddenly looked up at her. "This is a wedding gift I prepared for you."
"...Thank you." Ji Wushang hesitated for a long time before finally saying what he thought was a good thing.
Nan Xuzong narrowed his eyes slightly. "Can you tell me who the person in your heart is?"
Hearing this, she was shocked and took a step back, "What, what did you say!"
"What I'm asking is, who is that person in your heart?" he asked again, but with an imperceptible chill.
Ji Wushang's face paled. "No, don't ask." She gently shook her head. "There are still many things between us that I don't understand. Don't ask me, please!"
Looking at her, Nan Xuzong's heart softened. "Okay, I won't ask. I just want you to understand that person might be using you, hurting you. Wushang, do you know? I can't let anyone hurt you, otherwise, I'll never forgive myself!"
"I..." Ji Wushang's words were cut off again, "Thank you, thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? Heh!" Nan Xuzong sneered twice. "You never used to thank me."
"I……"
"Wu Shang, let's enjoy this moment. Let's put everything else aside. Come, sit here." Nan Xu Cong pointed to the stone bench not far away and pushed his wheelchair toward it.
Ji Wushang was stunned for a few seconds, looked around, and realized that this should be a wooded area inside a large mansion. He wondered whose mansion it was. He was able to come and go freely, and it seemed very familiar.
"Hmm? Aren't you coming?" Nan Xuzong turned around and smiled.
"Oh." Ji Wushang had no choice but to follow, but watched as he slowly moved the wheels of his wheelchair, and his hands, because the gold thread had seeped into his hands when he grabbed the stiff rope, were now bleeding even more.
Ji Wushang felt a chill in his heart. As if guided by a ghost, he stepped forward and stood behind him, then helped push his wheelchair. "Let me help you. Take good care of your hand. Does it hurt?" Ji Wushang was surprised by what he had just said.
He was filled with excitement, "I, I'm fine, don't worry! I'm really okay." He was so excited that if he could stand up, he would jump for joy!
Looking at his excited expression, Ji Wushang felt a warmth in his heart. He had never seen this man with such an expression before... He was so excited that he didn't seem like a man, but rather like a teenager!
"Um, don't get too excited." Ji Wushang sounded rather embarrassed.
"I...yes, I'll listen to you." Nan Xuzong looked at her, and she could only move him to the stone bench, lean against it, and settle him down.
He was staring at her intently, almost motionless.
"What's wrong with you?" Ji Wushang couldn't bear his gaze any longer and managed to squeeze out a question, "Isn't it time for us to go back?"
"It's still early," he replied quickly. "Have you remembered something?"
"No."
"Oh." He sighed deeply, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes.
Seeing the disappointment on his face, Ji Wushang felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She pursed her lips and said, "Let's put some medicine on your hand first?"
"It's alright." He waved his hand, as if he wasn't worried about himself at all.
"You're so stubborn!" Ji Wushang frowned. "You don't cherish yourself at all!"
“I’m not neglecting myself.” His gaze remained fixed on her. “If you help me apply the medicine, I will; if not, then forget it. Leaving this scar, just like the one on my heart, isn’t a bad thing.”
"You, you!" Ji Wushang scolded, but seeing his stubbornness, he was actually standing his ground! But to be honest, he felt guilty about the scar on his chest, but who told him to be so foolish?
Where would someone hand a dagger to another person and then use it to stab themselves?
Ji Wushang looked at him, unable to persuade him otherwise. She thought about it; their marriage was ordained by heaven, and once she married him, she would definitely stay with him forever without any change of heart. And indeed, she had wronged him…
"How can I help you apply the medicine?" Her face was a little red, and she looked like a shy young woman.
"Sit down." Nan Xuzong was overjoyed; all his efforts had finally paid off!
Ji Wushang obediently sat on the stone bench and offered his hand, "Help me remove the gold thread, I am still a little clumsy."
"Okay, you'll have to bear with it." Seeing the gold thread deeply embedded in his flesh, she couldn't imagine the pain it must cause. "The gold thread is embedded in your flesh, doesn't it hurt?"
"Pain is just physical pain, but losing you hurts even more, like being cut with a knife." His eyes held a hint of ambiguity.
Ji Wushang dodged away, "Only you would be such a fool! Who would treat themselves like this?"
"Hehe." Nan Xuzong chuckled twice, his gaze falling on her hand. At this moment, she began to move up and down, untangling the gold thread from his hand one loop at a time, and then slowly placed the gold thread on the ground.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even frown, but his gaze remained fixed on her. She knew he was watching her and didn't dare to look up, while his gaze became even more unrestrained.
Her bangs fell down because she was bending down to untie the gold thread. Nan Xuzong looked at her, stretched out his other hand, which was still wrapped in gold thread, and used his fingers to brush her bangs aside.
"What are you doing?" Ji Wushang was so frightened that he took a step back. He immediately said, "I want to tie up your hair."
"What are you talking about? You're not being honest at all." Ji Wushang casually tossed his hair back, but this action only attracted Nan Xuzong more.
She lowered her head again, but said, "Don't move, or I won't be polite!"
"How can I be so impolite?" His thin lips moved slightly.
“Just like this!” She frowned, her fingernails digging into his palm. Instantly, a sharp pain shot from his hand into his heart. “Oh!” Nan Xuzong exclaimed.
"See if you'll behave!" she snapped angrily.
"It hurts so much." His brows furrowed, his eyes brimming with tears. "How could you bear to murder your own husband!"
She froze, startled. Murder her husband… She’d heard those words before! Those days flashed through her mind—his embarrassment, her own awkwardness, him… No, no, don’t think about it! It hurts, don’t think about it!
"What's wrong?" Nan Xuzong saw her pale face and immediately grabbed her, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What happened to you?"
"I, I'm fine, don't think about it, I don't want to think about it!" Ji Wushang abruptly shook off his hand. "Don't force me, don't force me! Do you hear me!"
“I didn’t force you.” He sighed, squeezed her shoulder, and seeing that she had calmed down, said, “Help me apply the medicine!” He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket.
She nodded and carefully untied the gold thread from his hand again.
He looked at her. The thought of forcing her to painfully recall everything from the past pained him just as much. But was starting over the only solution? Watching her mind being controlled made him feel utterly powerless! Who the hell was this bastard?! He would make him suffer every kind of torture imaginable!
No, we can't let her be controlled. Even if it hurts, we must let her go. Wushang, the pain will subside after it's over, okay?
Ji Wushang had already untied the gold threads. His hands were marked with bloody marks, and some flesh was even turned inside out, which was quite a shocking sight!
Ji Wushang paused. "Let me disinfect it for you first. Do you have any medicine?"
"This is it." He handed her the bottle. "Wound medicine."
"Bear with it." Ji Wushang slowly sprinkled the medicine into his palm, and he immediately let out a cry of pain, "Mmm."
Ji Wushang looked up at him, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Hmm." He looked at her with a very aggrieved expression. She looked at him, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Even if it hurts, you have to." Ji Wushang gently spread the paste before putting his hand down. He then placed his other hand in mid-air and began to untie the gold thread.
“I’ve examined your hand. It will take ten days for it to heal. So, you can’t use your gold thread during this time,” Ji Wushang said in the tone of a doctor.
Nan Xuzong smiled. Perhaps his medical skills were even better than hers. After all, he was a disciple of the old man Pan Yao, and the Ghost Doctor and Doctor Cui were also disciples of the old man Pan Yao. Doctor Cui had taken Ji Wushang as his disciple, so in terms of seniority, he was her senior uncle.
However, Nan Xuzong had no intention of telling her this.
"Yes, I'll listen to you." A warm and pleasant voice came from his mouth.
Only after hearing him speak like this did Ji Wushang feel satisfied.
“But if I don’t use gold thread, what will I use?” Nan Xuzong asked at this moment. “Without gold thread, there are many things I can’t do, you know that.”
I know? What do I know?
Ji Wushang thought for a long time before coming up with these words, looking at him, "You don't have gold thread, but you have two hands, and you don't necessarily need to use gold thread."
“With you, I don’t need the gold thread.” He shook his head.
"I really don't understand, she's so badly injured, and she doesn't even care." She muttered to herself, sounding just like a married woman.
Nan Xuzong laughed happily at the idea, "Haha, hahaha!"
Ji Wushang glared at him, "What are you laughing at?" and stopped what he was doing.
Her little hands were so soft, her skin so tender. Just now, holding her palms, I was completely captivated, lost in the moment.
"It's nothing," Nan Xuzong said, suppressing a smile.
His silence fueled her curiosity. It seemed like it was just the two of them in this place, so she was determined to ask!
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to get angry!" Ji Wushang said, feigning anger.
“I laugh, you’re the perfect wife for me. What have I, Nan Xuzong, done to deserve such a wife?” he said, glancing at the wind and snow behind her.
Such a beautiful sight! Her skin was as smooth as snow, with a hint of blush. Her eyes were clear, her dark hair swayed gently in the wind, and her lips were delicate and luscious, yet not seductive.
She listened, momentarily lost in thought. When she came to her senses, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "I think I can never leave you for the rest of my life."