Shen Wuyi felt the lingering warmth on her lips, and finally, unable to suppress her shame and frustration, she bit down hard on Yun Che's lips.
"Ow, ow! That hurts! Were you born in the year of the dog?" Yun Che winced, licking the wound. The faint tang of blood mixed with the lingering fragrance of her lips, a taste that seared itself into his senses.
This scene overlapped perfectly with a memory long sealed in his heart—their time together in the Vanishing Moon Celestial Palace.
Back then, overcome by emotion, Yun Che had made a bold move. Despite being married for twelve years, he and Xia Qingyue had never shared true intimacy. And so, in a rare moment of daring, he'd stolen her first kiss.
Now, reunited after lifetimes of change and pain, his actions were no longer driven by simple desire. What he felt now was deeper—gratitude, longing, and a profound reverence for the woman who had returned from the shadows of fate.
Shen Wuyi stood frozen, her emotions churning beneath her calm exterior. As the noble and aloof Goddess of Eternal Night, she had never allowed herself such intimacy. Yet, today, she had not resisted—and worse, she hadn't truly wanted to resist.
If it had been just a brief lapse of control, she would have simply felt anger and shame. But that kiss had lasted over ten breaths. If not for her biting down in the end, it might have gone on even longer… and no amount of excuses could dismiss it as "just an accident."
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, disordered and wild. A voice echoed within her, whispering insistently: He is your husband. There is nothing wrong with this.
And disturbingly… her body had accepted that voice.
"…I'm sorry." Shen Wuyi's voice was quiet, yet those two words fell like thunder between them.
Yun Che was stunned. She was apologizing to him? She, who was the one kissed without warning?
Only one person in his entire life would respond that way.
"Qingyue… do you remember now?"
"…Not yet," she said softly. "But… countless fragmented images keep flashing through my mind. I… believe you now. I know you're not lying to me. I just… I don't know how to face it all. Please… give me some time."
Her hand reached up, and with a single motion, she replaced the black veil over her face. When she turned back to him, the cold, dignified aura of the Goddess of Eternal Night had returned.
Yun Che's expression softened. "Don't push yourself. Just being able to see you again… is the greatest gift heaven could ever give me. This time, I won't let you be hurt again. I won't let you face anything alone… and I won't let you be alone ever again."
He had long prepared countless words for this moment, words of apology, love, and longing. But in the end, only these few simple, heartfelt sentences came out.
"Everything that happened today between us," Shen Wuyi said seriously, "you are forbidden to speak a word of it to anyone. I am still the Goddess of Eternal Night. I cannot allow even the slightest blemish to my name. If the Mother Goddess finds out… she will destroy me without hesitation—and you as well."
"I understand," Yun Che said with a bright grin. "Everything Qingyue says, I'll obey. Your word is law."
Since entering the Abyss, he hadn't smiled this freely. Aside from his brief moments with Hua Caili, this was the first time he truly felt happy again.
Just then—
"Gods… have no memory!"
A chilling voice rang out, sharp as frost and bitter as hatred.
Yun Che and Shen Wuyi both turned.
A man in black emerged from the fog, his hair billowing, his face stern and striking. But it was his eyes—radiating terrifying black light—that drew their attention. He stared at Shen Wuyi not with admiration, but with boundless hatred.
"Pan Buwang," Shen Wuyi said calmly, her voice cold and without emotion. "Son of the Owl Butterfly God."
Yun Che furrowed his brows. He had been so immersed in the moment that he hadn't noticed anyone approaching.
But when he recognized the man, his frown gave way to a faint, satisfied smile.
The weapon of vengeance he had personally shaped over three years… had finally arrived.
"Meng Jianyuan… you're here too?" Pan Buwang's expression flickered with surprise when he noticed Yun Che.
It was rare to see a man beside the Goddess of Eternal Night, especially so close. In the Kingdom of Eternal Night, men were generally reviled—and this disdain was only heightened by the influence of the God of Innocent Wisdom.
But Shen Wuyi wasn't attacking this man. In fact, she was standing far too close… something didn't add up.
Still, Pan Buwang relaxed when he remembered Yun Che's cultivation—only at the fourth level of the Divine Lord Realm. Nothing to be concerned about.
Yun Che chuckled. "Why can the son of the Owl Butterfly God be here, and I can't?"
Pan Buwang's eyes narrowed. "I underestimated you. With such a low cultivation, yet still making it this deep into the Sea of Fog… you're no ordinary person."
"Oh, there are plenty of things about me you'd never imagine." Yun Che's voice was calm, his eyes glinting with amusement. "From a discarded pawn to the Owl Butterfly God's heir, you owe everything to me. If I hadn't sent you out of the Dreamweavers' Domain back then, you'd have long since died in an eternal dream. You wouldn't even have the chance to stand here today."
Pan Buwang lowered his head slightly. "The Abyss God's kindness… I'll repay it one day."
His gaze then shifted toward Shen Wuyi, his expression darkening. "But right now, I have unfinished business with the Goddess of Eternal Night. This is between her and me. I don't want to harm you by mistake. Please… step aside."
Yun Che's expression stiffened.
He had always known of Pan Buwang's hatred. But he never imagined one of his targets… would be Xia Qingyue—the woman who had just begun to awaken.
If he stood aside and Shen Wuyi was hurt, he would never forgive himself. But if he intervened and suppressed Pan Buwang, it would disrupt the delicate plan he had carefully built over three years. Qi Heng would be disappointed. The transfer of the divine source would be delayed.
Just as Yun Che struggled inwardly, Shen Wuyi spoke.
"This is between him and me," she said flatly. "It has nothing to do with you. Step aside."
Yun Che hesitated… but then, Li Suo's voice echoed in his mind:
"Just move aside. You'll want to watch what happens next."
"...Huh?"
For once, he didn't understand Li Suo's meaning.
Still, he trusted her without question. He turned to Shen Wuyi and gave a gentle nod. "Then be careful."
With that, Yun Che stepped back, distancing himself from the battlefield.
Pan Buwang's eyes locked onto Shen Wuyi. There was both agony and longing in them.
"Wuqing… Did you kill her?"
There was a flicker of hope in his voice, praying for denial.
But Shen Wuyi gave him nothing but truth—cold, sharp, and unforgiving.
"...Yes."
Her face remained still, her voice devoid of emotion.
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