After I Lost My Memory, the Villain's Beloved Waited Sixty Years for Me

He kept watch beside a solitary lamp, waiting sixty years for someone who had forgotten him.

Sixty years ago, he was Yuanzhi, the greatest immortal cultivator the Qifeng Sect of Mount Cangyue in the Southern Border had seen in a thousand years, and its seventy-first-generation senior disciple. She was Duruofei, an innocent spirit who had come from a cold valley into the human world.

An ominous prophecy led his sect to hunt him down. Every person who came to kill him had tears in their eyes. As his life and cultivation came to an end, she took her own life-bound red firefly stone and traded it from a thousand miles away for a glimmer of hope for him. Her soul shattered, and her memories were lost.

Sixty years later, the desert winds still blew. An inn with peeling walls now had a heterochromatic-eyed proprietor named Fu Ye.

He kept an oil lamp burning through every night, watching the travelers come and go, yet always waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who would never return, and who, even if she did, would never recognize him again.

Until one day, a spirit in green arrived with her face veiled and eyes as clear as ever.

She asked him, “Have we met before?”

His fingertips trembled. His red eyes were clear as the purest gems in the world, yet he smiled gently.

“No, honored guest. Would you like a meal or a room?”

He had erased every trace of their love with his own hands, hiding the name etched into his soul.

For sixty years, the only reason he had stayed alive was to wait for her.

Even if she never remembered that the name Yuanzhi belonged to the man she had once risked her life to save.

[I would burn away my life to be a lamp, lighting your way through the Land of Oblivion, and making sure you never have to cry for me again.]

[Memories may fade and the wind may bury everything in sand, but the solitary lamp in the desert has shone for you all your life.]