She lay against his wide, sturdy chest, the kind that made people feel safe.
Her lily-white, gem encrusted dress; her exquisite tiara; her dazzling tecnicolor veil. All had been cast beside the sofa.
He gently stroked her hair, which had already begun to unravel. Three years of suffering, poured out in a day. Despite her illness, he shut his eyes in relief.
He didnât see her brows furrow, or her bite her lip, but the shift in muscle was felt beneath his fingertips. âWhat is it, Jinyu. Why knit your brow?â
âDo you know who I am? Whoâs here to cure you?â Lan Jueâs deep voice asked. âIt doesnât matter who it was, theyâll pay for what they did to you.â
âDo you really know me?â Zhou Qianlin quavering voice asked.
âHuh?â Lan Jue turned her over in his arms, looking in to her eyes.
Zhou Qianlin lifted her head to regard him, looking at him in earnest. It felt as though his face had been branded in to her mind.
âOf course I know who you are. Youâre my wife. My Hera. My Jinyu. Zhou Jinyu.â
She shook her head. âI-Iâm not Zhou Jinyu. Iâm Zhou Qianlin.â
âWha-â Lan Jue started, moving to sit by her side and looking at her closely. No, it was definitely Hera! Black hair, blue eyes⊠How could she not know who she was? Even her scent, exactly as it was before.
âBeloved⊠Is it, amnesia?â Lan Jue asked with uncertainty.
Zhou Qianlin drew the covers closer, saying quietly, âCan I ask you something?â
âAnything,â Lan Jue replied.
Zhou Qianlinâs eyes shone as she looked at him. âYou said this Jinyu is your wife⊠then⊠youâve had relations before?â
âOf course! You really donât know?â Lan Jue was unconvinced.
Zhou Qianlin nodded her head, then moved the comforter to the side. She pulled them from Lan Jueâs body.
Zhou Qianlinâs fair features grew red, and she turned her face to avoid looking at him. Her hand slipped from beneath the sheets and pointed. âWell, then look at this.â
A sense of trepidation filled Lan Jueâs heart. When he dropped his head to look, he was nearly petrified.
There, he saw a fresh smear of red.
It was quiet, quiet as the grave.
After a moment Lan Jue spoke, his voice strange. âIâm sorry. I didnât know you wereâŠâ
This time, it was Zhou Qianlin who was speechless.
Her body trembled, her lip quivered, her teeth clenched. It was as though she were afraid a curse would burst forth from her lips.
After some time her mood stabilized. She hissed coldly through gritted teeth:
âThis was my first time!â
Lan Jue was dumbstruck. How could this be? He shook his head. No⊠this canât be true. His heart sunk to the pit of his stomach.
First time? What did she mean the first time? It meant⊠she wasnât Hera.
My Hera, my Jinyu. She still hasnât returned to me. Lan Jue felt as though heâd been run through with a sword. The pain in his heart stole his breath.
Watching Lan Jueâs face drain of color, she too was dazed. The room sank in to a suffocating quiet.
Lan Jueâs pained voice arose as he spoke to himself. âThree years. Three years. Why would God play such a cruel trick on me? Why give me hope? Donât you understand⊠the more you hope, the more crushing when itâs gone. My Hera⊠still hasnât returned.â
âSo what youâre saying is, what you just did to me wasnât intentional.â Zhou Qianlinâs cold voice interrupted.
âHuh?â Her words snapped Lan Jue awake. Seeing here, this woman an exact replica of his Hera, somehow eased the suffering in his heart.
Yes! She wasnât Hera, but she and herâŠ
And, it had been her first time.
Further, the unification of the Eastern and Western Alliance leaders through this marriage.
Most important was that she knew who she was. Even if she didnât know, her family certainly would. In his arrogance heâd let slip his name, sharing with her father regardless of the situation that his name was Zeus.
What to do?
Lan Jue felt his heart thumping in his chest. In all his life, heâd never encountered such an awkward situation.
But it was done. Other than facing it, what else could he do?
âW-well, Zhou Qianlin, youâd been poisoned. Were suffering from itâs effect. So, I was forced⊠against my will toâŠâ
Zhou Qianlin glared at him, saying not a word.
Lan Jue was incapable of alleviating the situation. He knew of only one solution for the current problem.
The dead donât talk.
Kill her, and the problem would be gone!
And yet, could he do it?
Zhou Qianlin uttered, âI have an older sister⊠I think her name is Zhou Jinyu. She disappeared when I was young. Where did you meet her?â
Lan Jue stared at her. âAn older sister?â She was Jinyuâs younger sister, but Jinyu had told him she was an orphan!
A younger sister separated for that long?
He didnât know what to think.
Even if he could do it, silencing her wouldnât actually solve everything.
Zhou Qianlin shot him another cold glance. âYou just said Iâd be poisoned. Thatâs why you did that to me?â
âYes, yes!â Lan Jue nodded emphatically.
Zhou Qianlinâs expression changed, and she sat up abruptly. With eyes wide she glared at Lan Jue and yelled, âHave you never heard of places called HOSPITALS on this planet? What sort of poison could a modern hospital not cure? You could have sent me to the hospital. If Iâm poisoned how does sleeping with me fix anything?
âIâŠâ Lan Jue stared at her dumbly, dropping his head after a moment. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he muttered, âI thought you were someone else.â
Zhou Qialinâs expression was pained, possibly due to the pain in her body.
âPut your clothes on. I donât want to look at your hideous self. Iâm afraid Iâll get a stye.â She shook her head violently for him to leave.
Zhou Qianlin shot him a glare. âHow do you know it was him? Before then, he had never even touched me. Scumbag? YOUâRE the scumbag! And even if he was, at least he didnât break the law. You? You destroyed my wedding, and defiled my body. You tell me, what are we going to do about that?â