Chapter 47 The Wedding Night
The night arrived.
Red candles blazed high and the wedding canopy hung low.
His wounds were not yet healed, yet his movements carried urgent clumsiness as he carefully laid me on the happy bed covered with red dates and osmanthus, treating me like a priceless treasure.
"Ah Heng..."
His breath burned hot. His kisses fell densely, carrying the preciousness of regaining what was lost and an undeniable possessiveness.
"Now you were completely mine."
Lost in passion, I closed my eyes and silently permitted everything.
Perhaps this was our destiny.
Yet the moment he was about to claim me fully, his body suddenly stiffened.
"Uh..."
A painful groan escaped him. He clutched his head, veins bulging on his forehead as a flood of chaotic memory fragments crashed through like a bursting dam.
It seemed he was remembering our fierce clashes on the battlefield where we had been evenly matched with mutual wariness and appreciation.
The palace banquet where he had threatened and enticed me to remove my mask, revealing that breathtaking beauty and coldness.
The countless days and nights of his relentless pursuit, my resistance turning to helplessness and then the subtle softening unconsciously shown in my eyes.
And the foolish things after amnesia—calling Xiao Heng an ugly monster and swearing to make the beauty his empress.
His memories returned in full.
Yuwen Huang slowly lifted his head. His eyes shifted from dazed pain to extreme shock, realization, and then overwhelming regret and jealousy.
He looked at my flushed cheeks, my dazed gaze, and the wedding robes he had disordered.
"So..."
His voice was hoarse, gritted with disbelief.
"Your gentleness just now, your passion... came only because I lost my memory and chased you like a fool?"
I breathed unsteadily, still caught in the haze, stunned by his sudden question.
"What?"