I transmigrated into the role of the tyrant’s beloved’s stand-in. I stayed alive with psychology and became the person he trusted most by being sincere.
When his beloved returned, he refused to acknowledge her and only hoped I would be safe and sound.
I gave everything for him, then one day I suddenly disappeared. The tyrant, who had once still possessed some reason, was consumed by madness!
Later, he went mad. He trampled mountains and rivers beneath his feet, all to find a wisp of my soul.
When we met again, he asked me, “If the person you once loved came looking for you, but you’d forgotten him, what would you want him to do?”
I replied, “If he truly cares for me, he should let me get to know him again instead of forcing me to remember the past. After all... who I am now is still me.”
So he decided: “Qingci, this time I’ll be the one to pursue you. I’ll take my time, for the rest of my life! There’s no rush. I’m not letting you go again!”
