After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

So this is what it feels like to lay your whole heart bare for someone else to see.

The pain was excruciating, with blood streaming down my face.

Yin Huaixi stroked Sang Che's slightly hot wrist, her eyes filled with tears.

She felt both anticipation and skepticism.

Sang Che is the female protagonist of this book. She falls in love with "Yin Huaixi," her first love who should have been killed off, without hesitation, following the development of the story.

It seems there's nothing wrong with it.

Yin Huaixi couldn't bring herself to blame Sang Che in the book; she was just very unwilling to accept it.

Who does Sang Che love right now? Is there ever a moment when it's her?

Sang Che smiled gently, her smile as bright as a crabapple blossom.

She said, "What is there that I can't accept, Huaixi? From the first moment I saw you, I knew you weren't from this world."

"I knew it, you were meant to be my wife."

Upon hearing Yin Huaixi utter such shocking words, Sang Che not only did not push Yin Huaixi away, but instead moved closer and closer.

Just like when the two first met in the dimly lit Miao village cave, the crimson firelight reflected off the silver ornaments on Sang Che's body, and she approached Yin Huaixi with the same unwavering determination.

Yin Huaixi originally thought that what she said was shocking enough, but she didn't expect that Sang Che was even more outrageous than her.

A tidal wave of emotions surged within Yin Huaixi, making her forget to speak.

Until Sang Che's fingers gently pried at her, pressing Yin Huaixi's hand, which was originally on her chest, even tighter, as if trying to firmly press against her ribs and sink into her heart.

"Huaixi, my heart is right here."

"Can you feel its heartbeat? It only beats faster when it sees you."

"Isn't that enough to prove that you're the one I love?"

"If you don't believe me, you can dig it up and see for yourself."

Despite being constantly faced with Sang Che's sweet and enchanting words, Yin Huaixi still couldn't resist.

She finally understood what it felt like for someone who loves smoking to be unable to quit, and for someone who knowingly walks into danger.

Yin Huaixi: "Ache, don't joke with me, and I'm not joking with you either. Every word I've said to you today is a fact I've stated from the bottom of my heart."

Holding his breath, Yin Huaixi took a deep breath and made a decision.

She emphasized, repeating, "I don't belong to this world."

"I'm not from here either."

As the voice reiterated, Yin Huaixi felt a sense of relief. She had never told her eldest or second eldest sister this secret; it had been kept to herself.

No one knows except the King of Hell.

However, the King of Hell is very busy and has probably long forgotten about this insignificant little person.

As expected, Sang Che was different from all the ancients who knew the true identity of the time traveler. She nodded again, without the faint smile she had just worn.

Instead, he adopted an extremely serious expression.

Sang Che was genuinely listening to every word Yin Huaixi said; he wasn't simply giving her perfunctory answers.

"Huaixi, I have no doubts about you."

"Didn't I already say that?"

"I knew long ago that you weren't from this world."

Huai Xi didn't usually give anything away, but Sang Che, who slept in the same bed with her at night, did hear her muttering in her sleep.

Yin Huaixi was completely stumped by Sang Che. She tossed and turned countless times, never imagining that Sang Che already knew she wasn't from this world.

So all her long-term agonizing over it was for nothing?

Now, the person whose face was filled with disbelief had become Yin Huaixi, who had self-destructed.

"How...how did you know?!"

Could it be that time travelers have visited this world before? Or has the female protagonist, Sang Che, also awakened the memories from the book?

A jumble of guesses flew through her mind. In Yin Huaixi's imagination, Sang Che should have been completely bewildered in the wind, but instead, it was her who became the person.

Sang Che: "A long time ago."

Sang Che: "Huai Xi, when you sleep next to me, you sometimes let your guard down, and I listen to you say things that I don't understand at all."

At that time, Sang Che, who was eager to please Yin Huaixi, naturally remembered everything Yin Huaixi said.

She sent her trusted subordinates to Lingshui to inquire and search repeatedly, but still couldn't find any useful clues. Sang Che was not giving up, nor did she believe that what Yin Huaixi said was something she made up out of thin air in her dream.

Sang Che consulted the gods and divined the future, and she only needed to listen to one ear to know that Yin Huaixi was not talking nonsense.

The things she mentioned are real.

Sang Che's explanation immediately brought Yin Huaixi to her senses. She hadn't expected that Sang Che would be so certain that what she said was true based on such an absurd reason.

Yin Huaixi: "Ache, aren't dreams all just random things? Are you really so sure I'm not from this world just because of what I said in my dream?"

Sang Che nodded.

"Since Huaixi wants to hear it, I'll go inside and tell you. It's windy and snowy outside, and I'm afraid I won't be able to finish in a short time."

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Is it really that outrageous?

She didn't recite the entire Dream of the Red Chamber in her dream!

Or perhaps you've completed an entire university-level calculus course?!

However, having stood outside for so long, the two of them were so focused on their standoff that Yin Huaixi's feet were almost frozen solid, and she shook off the snow from her body.

"Okay, let's go inside and talk."

...

Back to Yin Huaixi's bedroom.

The house was kept in perfect order by Qingmei.

Unlike when the two had just left, Sang Che and Yin Huaixi, each with their own thoughts, sat opposite each other.

Hua He's arrival was like a pebble thrown into a lake, making both of them uneasy.

Sang Che never brought up this topic herself. She knew it was a taboo subject for Yin Huaixi. Once this taboo was broken, Yin Huaixi's mind would likely be filled with more than just wanting to escape from her.

"Tell me, which of my words aroused your suspicion?"

They had hated each other and loved each other. Yin Huaixi never imagined that there were so many unspoken secrets between them.

Sang Che's expression softened: "Huai Xi, when you're asleep, you'll hold me and whisper in my ear that you want milk tea, you want fried chicken, and you like chocolate."

"I've written these down so that people can go to your hometown to look for them."

"But they searched and searched, and they didn't bring back any of those things you mentioned."

"I didn't give up. I thought back then that I would bring you anything you wanted."

Perhaps this way, Yin Huaixi wouldn't hate her so much for keeping her trapped in one place, never seeing the light of day.

"I will continue to send people, no matter the cost, to the ends of the earth, I will find what you want."

Yin Huaixi was born into a wealthy local family. It was not unusual for her to travel and enjoy all kinds of delicacies in her childhood.

Sang Che naively believed that she could actually find it, but after waiting for a long time, one after another, Sang Che's confidants brought back news that they had returned empty-handed.

Only one person returned after a long journey and said that in remote Tibet, the local nomadic people would boil cow's or sheep's milk together with brick tea sold by people from the Central Plains, and then add a little salt for seasoning, in order to ward off the cold, warm the body, and aid digestion.

They call this tea "milk tea".

Upon hearing the word "Tibet," Sang Che immediately sensed something was amiss. How could Yin Huaixi, who lived all over the country, have ever been to such a remote place as Tibet?

She started from this breakthrough point and began to search little by little, eventually leading to Sang Che's ascension to godhood.

As she stepped barefoot onto the last stone step, the silver bells rang crisply. The gods, unable to bear it any longer, finally gave Sang Che the answer she had been repeatedly asking.

She knew from the beginning that Yin Huaixi was not from this world.

Sang Che knew from beginning to end what her lover's identity was.