The Young Master's Wife Is Lonely and Loves to Cry Again

My amnesiac husband doesn't remember me of all people...

So I guess I'll have to declare myself a young widower.

- An unconventional widower story: angsty, sweet, and melodramatic.

For Su Ji, an insignificant disciple with little talent for spiritual arts, Yan Luchuan, the young lord of the Celestial Realm, was a dazzling god he could hardly look at, someone utterly beyond his reach.

Unexpectedly, one day he was caught in a barrier with this heaven-blessed prodigy. The two came to know and love each other, and spent a hundred years together.

After being trapped in the barrier, Yan Luchuan's memories regressed for some reason, taking him back to his youth.

Back then, he was not yet the revered Lord Xiao Mu of later generations. He was simply a happy, innocent young immortal.

At first sight of Su Ji, with his delicate features, timid nature, and tendency to cry, like a porcelain doll, Yan Luchuan fell helplessly in love.

Under a sky full of stars, he swore he would protect Su Ji forever. They became husband and wife, devoted to one another without a doubt.

For Su Ji, an insignificant disciple, those were the happiest days of his life.

He was treasured like a jewel in someone's palm.

They even had a baby of their own.

A hundred years later, however, the barrier destroyed itself, and the Lord's memories returned.

Yan Luchuan remembered that he was the Lord whom everyone relied upon, the young lord responsible for the safety of an entire realm. He remembered that he was five thousand years old. He remembered everything.

Except for everything that had happened during those hundred years in the barrier.

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When the young lord returned to the summit of the sea of clouds, he brought back a pregnant boy.

The boy carried a faint immortal aura within him, and it all came from Lord Xiao Mu himself.

Born of heaven and earth, Lord Xiao Mu was never supposed to have children.

And Yan Luchuan himself was aloof and noble, with neither heart nor passion. How could he have pledged himself to a boy of low birth?

Everyone in the Celestial Realm said the boy was a demon who had used dark arts to steal the young lord's essence.

The sect he belonged to also demanded to know where he had been for a hundred years. They saw him as a disgrace and cast him aside like rubbish.

Yan Luchuan, too, scrutinized him with a gaze cold enough to pierce the bones. "Who are you? And the child in your womb..."

"That's none of your business."

The pale boy was frail, his face haggard and distant, as if he might shatter at any moment.

Yet as the people of the Celestial Realm questioned him and his fellow sect members looked down on him, the exquisite boy who had once been an insignificant disciple stood straight-backed and smoothed his robe. With dignified grace, he said, "I may not look it, but there was a time when someone treasured me like a jewel."

"For a hundred years, I was married to someone. He promised me a wedding procession stretching ten miles, and we loved each other more than words could say."

As the insignificant disciple spoke, his bearing turned noble. For a moment, a divine light seemed to surround him, and he looked like a different person.

"But my husband... is gone."

"Is he dead?"

"No."

His delicate eyes filled with tears. He looked at the handsome god as if gazing across lifetimes, his voice breaking with grief. "He's not dead."

He isn't dead.

It's just that the version of him who loved me most is gone.

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The summit of the sea of clouds took in a little pregnant widower.

The little widower was both lonely and fierce, but he loved to cry.

When unrest broke out within the sect, the little widower cleansed the immortal sects alone, sword in hand.

When traitors from the sea of clouds came to their door, the little widower defended the mountain's guardian artifact by himself.

People increasingly believed that the boy who claimed to be a widower had once shared a love with Lord Xiao Mu.

If the Lord hadn't taught him how to cultivate, how could he have gone from an insignificant disciple to someone capable of guarding the four corners of the world with his sword alone in just a hundred years?

And yet this little widower, who was always getting into fights while making sure to eat plenty of precious spiritual food to nourish his body,

would still sob uncontrollably in his dreams every night.

Everyone in the young lord's palace knew that the boy was so noisy that he disturbed the young lord every night, forcing him to visit the little widower, who cried constantly but was also very fierce.

One day, people even heard the young lord, apparently at the end of his tether, say to the little widower, "Stop crying. If you must, I'll really marry you."

The little widower's eyes reddened, but he stubbornly insisted, "No. You're not him. I won't be with you."

Several months later, the most spiritually gifted divine child in the Celestial Realm was born. The gods then learned that the child really was Lord Xiao Mu's.

But just when everyone was consumed with regret, the widowed boy who cried alone at night vanished after giving birth to the divine child.

Later, Lord Xiao Mu crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood time and again, personally searching every corner of the eight directions and six realms. He asked everyone he met if they had seen a boy who cried easily and looked like a porcelain doll.

"That's my wife."

"Could you tell me how I can find him?"

1v1, happy ending. The top will regain his memories. The angst-to-sweetness ratio is 3:7.

The bottom really is a crybaby, but he'll grow very powerful.

The top... mostly gets jealous of himself.

Theme: Someone will love you in this strange and dazzling world.