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

The woman, who looked exactly like her, was embroidered with lotus flowers on her moon-white robe. Just by looking at her appearance, she was as beautiful as a celestial being reincarnated, untouched by the mundane world.

But what she said and what she did...

And he is extremely vicious.

It makes people respect it but keep their distance.

"Moon...please don't do this...I'm begging you..."

Completely unable to resist, Sang Che's expression was complex as she was tightly bound. It was easy to see that she was on the verge of collapse and desperately wanted to die.

In her past life, she really was... a beast.

But what does this have to do with her in this life? She hasn't enjoyed any happiness at all! She's only suffered!

Oh God, please don't treat her like this!

May the world treat her kindly!

"It's no use begging me, Ah Wu."

"Outside my main hall are Miao people who have come to plead for your release. They are willing to give up their dignity and their homes, just to redeem you and take you back."

"Ah Wu, they do have what I want, but I won't allow it. I don't want you to leave."

I want you more.

Seeing Sang Che's trembling body, Yin Huaixi reached out and touched him. She closed her eyes and moved her hand inch by inch until it stopped on Sang Che's beating heart.

Yin Huaixi pressed her ear against it, listening to the rise and fall of Sang Che's chest.

"I know you want to die, Ah Wu."

"But I won't let you die."

"Your god won't come to save you. I will snatch you from her grasp and make you my own."

The familiar voice, every word it uttered felt like shackles, making it hard for Yin Huaixi to breathe…

Her subconscious told her that the pitiful sight of "A-Wu" covered in wounds and blood that she had just glimpsed in her memory was only one ten-thousandth or one thousandth of the humiliation she had suffered.

...

"Did you see that?"

"Huaixi, if you can't accept this, then don't read any further."

Sang Che withdrew her hand, and she instead tightly grasped Yin Huaixi's palm, pulled it close, and kissed it.

"Past lives are nothing but fleeting memories; don't dwell on them or blame yourself."

Thinking of how Sang Che was tormented beyond recognition in her dream by her, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, and now she was comforting her.

Yin Huaixi immediately lost her temper.

"Ah Che, aren't you angry?"

"Didn't you feel angry at all about how I treated you in my past life?"

Sang Che shook his head.

Yin Huaixi grabbed her hand and pulled her over, staring intently at Sang Che.

The distance between the two suddenly shortened, becoming increasingly ambiguous.

"Ah Che, you're lying to me."

"You don't tell me the truth."

"Am I really that kind of person who runs away from things in your heart?"

Unexpectedly, Yin Huaixi still caught the momentary confusion in Sang Che's eyes, so he could only purse his lips and smile, obediently admitting his mistake.

"Huaixi, I... don't resent you."

Yin Huaixi pressed her advantage, she hated that Sang Che only told half of what he meant.

"Then what kind of look was that just now? Don't you resent me?"

Having been treated that way in her past life, even as Yin Huaixi, she felt an overwhelming and intense sense of guilt.

How could Sang Che not care? How could he pretend nothing happened? No one could do that.

This is against human emotions, this is against common sense.

Especially for a saint like Sang Che, who has everything and was born at the top of an ivory tower.

Unexpectedly, Sang Che smiled, her eyes almost overflowing with laughter, completely enveloping Yin Huaixi like a tidal wave.

"I like it when you treat me like this, Huaixi..."

Sang Che rubbed her thumbs together, enjoying the way their skin touched. She really wanted to stay sticky and clingy by Yin Huaixi's side forever.

Rather than liking Yin Huaixi's merciless cruelty and punishment, Sang Che loved the compassion in her eyes.

It's not because "Sang Che" is the holy maiden of Miao territory, nor because "Sang Che" possesses the unique Gu King of Miao territory.

It was not because of the blood of Chi You in "Sang Che".

Yin Huaixi's love for her was pure and sincere, devoid of any desire.

Yes… it’s what Sang Che has longed for his whole life.

She was the chosen saint from birth, and those around her either respected her or loved her or hated her.

Or perhaps they wanted to destroy her.

It's all because of her identity, because of her bloodline.

Later, when he was transferred to the palace and imprisoned in a dark and sunless water dungeon, Sang Che saw pairs of greedy eyes filled with nothing but the desire for immortality.

She was treated completely as a vessel for storing blood, with no dignity left for anyone.

Sang Che had always wanted a pair of clear, innocent eyes to look at her, get close to her, kiss her, touch her, or hold her tightly.

She needs this kind of demanding; she needs to feel loved, cared for, and missed.

She desperately needs these.

She was like a tree root encountering water, frantically digging downwards, using any means necessary to firmly bury her roots in the water and absorb moisture.

"Huaixi, I possess so much in this world. I am a descendant of the god Chiyou, I am the holy maiden of Miao territory, and I am also your Chen Wan."

"But I am not the only descendant of the god Chi You, and I am not the only holy maiden in Miao Jiang. Chen Wan is an identity I picked up and used."

This was the first time Sang Che, who had never shown fear before, hadn't hidden her feelings from Yin Huaixi.

"Only you care about the real me, Huaixi... If it weren't for the entanglements of our past lives, the lingering debts from our past lives, you wouldn't have taken pity on me, a helpless person."

"I think... A-Wu sacrificed herself for you. Her last words were probably that she wanted to see you one more time."

Sang Che had long seen through A Wu's simple-mindedness; for her to choose between the two was simply the most foolish thing to do.

She insisted on not choosing between the two.

She wants both.

Still not fully processing the shock of what had just happened, Yin Huaixi could guess from Sang Che's state that she probably knew the details of their past and present lives, the ins and outs, a long time ago.

"Ah Che, if you say that, wouldn't you have been angry in your past life?"

If she were Sang Che in her previous life, she would probably have fainted from anger by now.

Sang Che continued to shake his head: "I used witchcraft to divine, and I could sense some of A Wu's thoughts. She... doesn't hate you for having schemes or plots against her in your past life."

"That's her own fault, the retribution for forcibly taking you back to the village."

"But she hates you for killing innocent people of your clan, Huaixi... But Ayue is Ayue, and you are you. You are my Huaixi."

Unexpectedly, Sang Che said such a thing. Yin Huaixi lowered her eyes and ultimately said nothing. She reached out and hugged Sang Che.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, and Yin Huaixi whispered an apology: "I'm sorry, A-Che, I shouldn't have questioned you like that, and I shouldn't have... pried into our past lives."

"I just want us to be okay now, and not... hurt each other anymore, okay?"

A softening of heart as expected.

Sang Che also reached out and gently patted Yin Huaixi's back, and she nodded obediently.

"Okay, Huaixi."

"I promise you, Huaixi."

Such a heartwarming scene made Xiao Ya'er unable to resist peeking out from Sang Che's sleeve. Its crimson tail, like a human arm, hugged the two embracing tightly.

The snakehead obediently pressed itself against Sang Che's clothes, looking at the silver ornaments on Sang Che's body.

Two people and one snake.

They looked like a happy family of three.