Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 269: Fireflies In The Dream

Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Fireflies In The Dream

The small light of a firefly, resting upon He Xing’s shoulder, illuminated an area no larger than a fingernail, yet it was a sight so captivating that one couldn’t look away.

He Xing, however, didn’t notice it at all. He walked towards Fu Han, "Xiaohan..."

"Don’t move!" Fu Han extended a finger to her lips and shushed him, "You have a firefly on your shoulder."

He Xing tilted his head slightly to regard his shoulder where the yellow glow of the firefly exuded a warm power, lighting up his eyes. It was here, among the swarming fireflies, that they embraced and kissed, almost going so far as to taste the forbidden fruit.

At this thought, his gaze softened. He looked at Fu Han with a foolish tenderness, the corners of his eyes and his brows filled with a thick, undissolvable affection.

Fu Han was also looking at He Xing, but as she watched, she suddenly froze. Behind He Xing, countless fireflies began to rise, lighting up the night sky like lanterns, one by one.

In that moment, one thought filled her heart: how beautiful. It was one of the most stunning scenes she had ever witnessed.

Countless fireflies surged from all directions, hovering above the observatory, swirling as if dancing around Fu Han and He Xing.

Fu Han didn’t realize when He Xing had embraced her, just like she didn’t know when they had kissed.

This kiss was sweet; yet it seemed to belong not to the moment but to a cherished memory, like a beautiful candy tucked away and suddenly rediscovered, a sweetness solely hers.

Many images leaped into her mind: her younger self, running through the fields with a net in pursuit of butterflies and dragonflies; and young He Xing, carrying a clear plastic box filled with the butterflies she caught.

In their youth, on summer nights, they’d lay a mat on the ground, using their hands as pillows, and count the stars in the sky.

During the rare snowfalls in winter, the snow in City A would melt before hitting the ground. But on Lanwan Mountain, some traces would remain. Fu Han tried hard to build a snowman, while He Xing followed with a bucket, gathering the snow that hadn’t melted yet.

The last memory she recalled was of herself, dressed in a down jacket, atop a mountain peak, having built a large, adorable-looking snowman that was truly beautiful.

She knew she had remembered some things, but when she looked carefully through her recollections, it seemed that she only recalled memories related to the observatory, while the rest remained blank.

When she was discharged from the hospital, the doctor had said that the cause of Fu Han’s amnesia was unexplainable. After consultations with multiple experts, the final diagnosis was to let nature take its course.

Because if they rashly used stimulating methods to make Fu Han remember her past, the potential repercussions were unpredictable; whereas, often, letting nature take its course could let her suddenly remember past events in specific situations.

Now, Fu Han felt that the doctor was very right.

As she leaned on He Xing’s chest and looked at the moon above, she wrestled with the decision of whether or not to tell He Xing about the memories that had come back to her.

In the end, she decided not to mention it, for this was already a beautiful beginning. Maybe in time she would remember everything, and then she could share the news with He Xing—it wouldn’t be too late.

Crucially, the most important thing was that through the fragments of memories she’d recalled, she confirmed that she really liked He Xing; every memory was filled with genuine happiness.

That was enough. Even if she was marrying He Xing now for the sake of his grandfather, she knew that in the time she had lost, she truly liked He Xing.

...

The three days passed quickly, and today was Fu Han and He Xing’s engagement day.

Though it was only an engagement, He Xing took it very seriously. Despite the limited time, everything used in the engagement ceremony was of the highest quality.

The roses, steaks, and red wines at the venue were all airlifted from F Country. The chefs either worked at state banquets or were from five-star hotels, and all the waitstaff at the engagement ceremony were transferred directly from the He Family’s five-star hotel.

Fu Han got up before dawn, not because she wanted to be up so early, but because He Xing had called her. His method of calling her was most extravagant.

He knocked from outside, but Fu Han was too sleepy to respond, so He Xing actually climbed through the window. Then, like lifting a kitten, he picked Fu Han up.

Fu Han had always thought that an engagement ceremony was no big deal and that a light makeup would suffice. However, when she saw her engagement gown, she quietly took back her words.

There were two sets of engagement gowns: one Chinese-style and one Western-style. One was a Chinese gown in brilliant red, embroidered with a golden phoenix; the other was a pure white Western wedding dress, adorned with silver-threaded lilies, and its tremendous train was tiered with shimmering rhinestones, seemingly ready to glow with any movement.

Fu Han resigned herself to sit in front of the dressing table, motionless as a wooden doll, letting the makeup artist fiddle with her face.

As sunlight streamed through the windows, the spacious He Family villa buzzed with activity as staff hurried with the final arrangements.

When He Xing came in with breakfast, the makeup artist was busy styling Fu Han’s hair; he stood at the door and glanced at her, becoming so dazed that he stood rooted to the spot.

The usual Fu Han was already untouchably beautiful, but today she seemed like a celestial maiden descended to earth, devoid of any mundane qualities.

He Xing, looking at the steaming beef noodles in his hands, even felt a surreal notion—do celestial beings need to eat?

Fu Han saw He Xing in the mirror, as well as the idiotic look on his face, and her cheeks flushed. With a cough to cover her unease, she said, "He Xing, how long are you planning on standing in the doorway?"

"Ah?" He Xing immediately came to his senses, swallowed, and stepped inside hastily.

The makeup artists and the stylist in the room couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

He Xing, who had not blushed before, now sported a bright red face. He hurriedly set down the breakfast, stammering, "You... There isn’t much time left, today is going to be busy, I brought you breakfast."

Fu Han also felt embarrassed. She coughed again and murmured, "Thank you... Have you... Have you eaten yet?"

"I’m going to eat now." After saying this, He Xing left as if fleeing the scene.

The two makeup artists watched He Xing’s retreating figure and couldn’t stop laughing: "Lady Fu, I heard Mr. He is quite a reserved person, but I didn’t expect him to be so... charming."

The other chimed in right away, "Indeed, I also find Mr. He quite agreeable. He blushes at the slightest word."