Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 920 Miss Duan: I think I remember who you are now

Chapter 920: Chapter 920 Miss Duan: I think I remember who you are now

Huo Qi opened his eyes, guilt and complexity filling their depths. He said to Wu Fan, "I have wronged you. I can’t just watch as Miss Duan waits for hundreds of years, only to end up with her soul scattered and destroyed."

"In fact, our relationship in the past life was in name only. I once wanted to marry Miss Duan across the boundary of life and death, but nobody approved. I even tried to follow her in death and, after my family saved me, our relationship, which should have been recognized, became despised because of my extreme suicide attempts.

They family’s disapproval and coercion, the rot of the era, and the inescapable rules of survival made it impossible for me to shamefully seek death again. My heart belonged to someone I couldn’t have; I only wished to bury it deep and long for her day and night.

For several years, I insisted on never marrying. As the heir of my family, burdened with heavy responsibilities, bound by the customs and moral teachings of the Southern Dynasty, I couldn’t fight against them alone. The Duan Family sent you to me, and we had no choice but to marry. Before our marriage, we had an agreement; to treat each other with mutual respect was the best way to survive for both of us."

"I don’t know how Miss Duan found out that I married you, nor how the details of our marriage became a tale of deep love that reached her ears. I only knew that I couldn’t let her wait in vain any longer, nor could I let her soul be torn asunder."

By the end, Huo Qi’s eyes were brimming with tears, his guilt towards Wu Fan so deep he could find no place to hide.

"It turns out I am the clown."

Wu Fan, with tears streaming down her face, showed a cold smile, her hatred towards Huo Qi unconcealed at this moment.

Only now, knowing that he had been lovesick in a previous life, did she realize that she was the one with no place to turn.

Seven years of feelings gone because of the intrusion of the past life’s Puppet, what was she now?

"You’re determined to save her, what about me?"

Huo Qi looked away, emotions of shame, guilt, heartache, and sorrow mixing within him like the tide.

In the end, all that was left was his apologetic regret, "Wu Fan, I’m sorry."

He did not even call her by her pet name.

Wu Fan’s voice trembled, "Huo Qi, your heart is cruel!"

Huo Xingde, already seated in the carriage, lowered the window and looked toward Qin Ruan and the others, "Huo Qi, why aren’t you getting on?"

Huo Qi wiped his face and gathered his emotions before stepping forward and saying, "Fourth Uncle, you go back first. I still have some things to sort out here."

Huo Xingde frowned, puzzled, "What else is there to take care of?"

Qin Ruan spoke up, "It’s my first visit to Sea City, and I would like Huo Qi to show me around."

Huo Xingde nodded in understanding and said with a smile, "It’s good for young people to be lively and have fun together. Where do you plan to go? I’ll have Chengying come find you later."

Huo Qi nodded, "Alright, I’ll call Brother Chengying later."

"Alright—"

Huo Xingde left in the carriage.

Qin Ruan looked up at the sky and asked Huo Qi and Wu Fan, "Have you two decided?"

Wu Fan’s voice was cold as ice, filled with resentment, "When he has already made his decision, what right do I have to make any?"

Seven years of feelings cast to the wind, and she didn’t even have a chance to hold on, her heart in agony.

Her seven-year relationship with Huo Qi, which had been her pride, her trump card against the persistent Puppet, had now become the death knell for their love.

Qin Ruan felt no sympathy for Wu Fan, perhaps because she had witnessed with her own eyes how Miss Duan had been flayed and dismembered in Purgatory, her flesh peeled away to reveal her stark white bones, yet still asking every passing Puppet Monster about her beloved husband.

At that time, she could no longer remember the Gentleman’s name, nor could she describe his appearance, but she persisted in her unwavering wait for the one who would never return.

Back then, enduring the agony of refining her soul, every time she woke from unconsciousness, the most familiar sight was Miss Duan, her body battered and in a pitiful state.

Seeing the old friend again, who no longer recognized her, Qin Ruan wanted to free her from the bonds of hundreds of years of suffering.

"If that’s the case, then I shall begin."

Qin Ruan stepped forward to Huo Qi, Nether Power swirling at her slender fingertips.

"Begin."

Huo Qi closed his eyes, waiting for the threads of emotion to be extracted.

He thought the process would be painful, but as soon as his eyes closed, he heard Qin Ruan say, "Done."

Her hand paused for an instant at the center of Huo Qi’s brow, withdrawing a ball of white light from his body.

Qin Ruan held the threads of emotion, ready to leave, but before she did, she asked Huo Qi, "Do you want to see her one last time? After this parting, I fear it will be for eternity."

Without the threads of emotion, Huo Qi’s face was indifferent. His tear-filled eyes lost some of their luster and grew colder.

This coldness emanated from within, as if he had lost all emotion and interest in every creature of this world.

Devoid of the threads of emotion, Huo Qi could no longer empathize with the normal human passions and desires.

His eyes were cold, his voice calm as still water, "No need, seeing her or not won’t change the inevitable outcome. It’s just an exercise in futility."

"Alright—"

Qin Ruan turned and left alone.

Huo Zhi wanted to follow but was stopped by her voice.

Returning to the serene artificial lake, Qin Ruan stood by the shore and got straight to the point, "Miss Duan, come out. I can let you reincarnate."

"Is that true?"

A familiar, gentle voice came from the bottom of the lake.

With one hand behind her back and the other kneading Huo Qi’s threads of emotion, Qin Ruan spoke lightly and nonchalantly, "Of course, I can send you on your way right now. Or do you not wish to leave?"

With a splash, Miss Duan emerged from the water.

The colorful dress she had worn previously was now replaced with a plain white robe, highlighting her grace, beauty, and refined demeanor even more.

This white garment seemed like a tribute to the one she had been waiting for over hundreds of years, the one who never returned.

In the refracted light of the night’s street lamps, Miss Duan’s sinister and blood-red eyes fixed intensely on Qin Ruan standing by the shore.

Her bloody eyes flickered briefly in the darkness, and the Puppet woman instantly appeared before Qin Ruan.

She reached out to touch the exquisitely beautiful face.

Sensing her intention, Qin Ruan did not dodge, standing still and letting her touch.

Miss Duan’s icy fingers propped up Qin Ruan’s chin, lifting it slightly. Qin Ruan’s captivating face, with its girlish purity, was clearly reflected in her eyes.

She frowned slightly and said softly, "I think I know who you are now."

That surprised Qin Ruan, "Oh? You remember me?"

Considering that when she had seen Miss Duan in Purgatory, she had been in a state of madness, it was not easy for her to recall Qin Ruan.

Aware of her forwardness, Miss Duan quickly withdrew her hand, her floaty soul hovering before Qin Ruan, her dignified and gentle face showing conspicuous compassion.

Qin Ruan disliked being looked at with such eyes; it made her uncomfortable.

Miss Duan felt a fellow feeling for Qin Ruan, and with her feet touching the ground, she stood beside her, her guard down, and began to speak of the few memories she had left from the past.

"You’re just another pitiable soul," she said with a sigh. "When I regained consciousness, my memories were jumbled, but my impression of you was extremely vivid.

Back then, in Purgatory, you endured the relentless burning of the Hellfire day and night. The spectacle of such a cruel torture was unspeakably tragic—your soul burned and dripping with blood, each bone stark red against the white.

Truly a pitiful sight. I didn’t think after decades apart we’d meet again; I thought you would have long since dissipated."