Fang Wenzhou drank the potion of forgetfulness to save me.
I held out a twin fruit to him, begging him to eat it and regain his memories,
but he slapped me hard across the face.
“I’m marrying Qingyan tomorrow. Have some self-respect!”
I was frantic. “I have only seven days left to live in the mortal world. If you can’t remember me, I’ll vanish into nothing!”
He nocked an arrow and aimed it at the space between my brows.
“Even if I did know you, which I don’t, everything you’ve done would still disgust me!”
I gave a bitter laugh and turned to dust.
Later, Wan Qingyan blushed as she and Fang Wenzhou drank the nuptial wine,
but she had no idea that the mortal before her was far more terrifying than she could imagine.
