Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Ruan Qiuqiu remained silent for a moment. Recalling Yue Chen's words, she quickly guessed that she must be regaining her memories.

Only…

This memory resurgence felt a little too real.

Ruan Qiuqiu gave a wry smile, feeling her hands and feet growing numb from the cold. She didn't continue to linger outside but pushed open the wooden door.

A wave of warmth washed over her. The cave was quiet; Yuan Jue was not there. Only the burning wood emitted a soft glow.

Ruan Qiuqiu walked into the "master bedroom" and saw the familiar wooden wheelchair leaning against the animal hide curtain.

She placed the basket in her hand on the stone table, suddenly realizing that in the past, where she had died, today was the evening before their planned escape.

And Granny Ruyi, who had kindly helped them make the willow wheelchair, had already passed away three days ago, along with Grandpa Mo, whom she deeply loved, due to the demonic Gu poison in her body.

Worried about implicating Xiaoyu and the others, she had discussed with Yuan Jue that after handling Granny Ruyi and Grandpa Mo's funeral arrangements, he would take Xiaoyu and the others away first.

Looking at the small backpack and animal skin bag simply packed on the wedding bed, Ruan Qiuqiu felt a lump in her throat, yet she couldn't help but curve her lips into a gentle smile.

She was a rather clear-headed person and always knew what she truly wanted.

Even after a reincarnation, returning to the painful memories of the past, she didn't regret escaping with that wolf. She even felt it was a bit romantic.

Ruan Qiuqiu pressed her forehead weakly, deeply convinced that her mind must be malfunctioning.

She tried several times to break free from this heavy memory, but each time she was close to waking up, she was completely suppressed by a force, preventing her from fully escaping.

After several more attempts, besides making her head ache more and more, it had no effect.

Ruan Qiuqiu simply gave up.

If her guess was correct, perhaps she would wake up after she "died" in the memory.

Ruan Qiuqiu rubbed her forehead. Although she already knew her fate, perhaps as a form of self-protection, the most painful memories in her mind were like a veiled image, making her unwilling to dwell on them.

Perhaps, it was for this reason that she was trapped in this illusion-like world, forced to relive her memories.

Ruan Qiuqiu sat on the wedding bed, rubbing her dizzy forehead, thinking that since they were leaving tonight, she might as well tidy up the bed.

Thinking this, she didn't hesitate any longer and lifted the animal hide mattress on the bed.

The blue warm stone bed was revealed, and Ruan Qiuqiu vaguely saw some carvings on it.

A little curious, Ruan Qiuqiu lifted all the animal hide mattresses and indeed found carvings on the warm stone bed.

Her gaze fixed on the stone surface. Ruan Qiuqiu saw an ugly wolf and a long-haired little person seemingly wearing an animal skin skirt.

Ruan Qiuqiu "…"

Strange feelings welled up in her heart. Ruan Qiuqiu folded the animal hide mattress and knelt on the warm stone bed, her fingertips tracing the clear carvings, making out the images on the bed.

One after another, many, yet very neat, meticulously drawn, seemingly recording many events.

Ruan Qiuqiu almost immediately realized that these carvings were made by Mr. Big Grey Wolf at some point.

—Could it be that while she was sleeping, this wolf had been doing such childish things?

Her eyes sparkled as her fingertips traced the ugliest drawing in the first picture, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

There was a one-legged wolf, and beside the triangular-eyed, fierce-looking wolf stood a small person in an animal skin skirt.

It was reasonable to guess that the person was her.

Ruan Qiuqiu chuckled, unable to contain her amusement.

So when did this wolf start recording these? He had always acted aloof, and she thought he disliked her.

Her fingertips slowly moved downwards, her gaze gently gliding over the second and third pictures, all recording the bits and pieces between them, even many details she didn't remember were all carved there.

So detailed that it seemed Yuan Jue, the wolf, was afraid of forgetting any detail.

So meticulous that it seemed like the wolf was expressing his unspoken love, bit by bit.

As Ruan Qiuqiu looked through them, she discovered a few pictures in the middle where a crippled 'adult' with a tail and ears was pressing down on another 'small person' who seemed to be sleeping peacefully with their eyes closed. Her expression became rather complex.

She didn't remember ever being intimate with this wolf in such a position.

So…

It seemed she had found solid proof of Yuan Jue stealing kisses.

It really was 'solid' proof.

Almost the entire stone bed was covered in Yuan Jue's carvings, but Ruan Qiuqiu still noticed a small drawing near the foot of the bed.

Besides her and Yuan Jue, the wolf, there were several wolf cubs.

But the wolf clearly didn't know how humans and wolves created offspring and had actually drawn a wolf cub hatching from an egg.

Ruan Qiuqiu's eyes curved with a smile, somewhat amused and exasperated.

But after seeing all the pictures and thinking about their destined, unfulfilled past, Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't smile anymore.

Her heart ached. After hesitating for a long time, she silently spread the animal hide mattress back over the carvings and prepared a meal with the still-burning wood.

…

Outside, it began to drizzle. Yuan Jue didn't make her wait long. Before the sky completely darkened, he returned to the cave, his feet stepping on the rain and snow.

"Wife." The familiar low voice sounded. Ruan Qiuqiu looked up and saw Yuan Jue, the wolf, standing at the cave entrance. "The wolf has returned."

Just as in her memory, he was still wearing the red robe she had made for him. He had a handsome face, a scar on his forehead, a pair of narrow crimson eyes, a wooden stick in his hand, and rainwater dripping from his long black hair.

Yuan Jue stared intently at her, his eyes filled with affection, just like before.

Even though they had only been separated for a short time, Ruan Qiuqiu felt as if a long, long time had passed. So long that just seeing him made her vision blur with tears.

Yuan Jue didn't expect his little wife to suddenly cry. The entire wolf panicked.

He thought she had been bullied by some demon while he was away, or perhaps she had gotten cold at night without him to warm the bed.

Yuan Jue approached and stood before her somewhat at a loss. He wanted to raise his large hand to wipe her tears but worried that he was dirty from being outside and would smudge her face.

In the end, he simply activated his demonic power to become a wolf-shaped self-walking heater, then revealed his fluffy tail and gently placed it by her hand, clumsily comforting her, and said softly as always, "Pet?"

Ruan Qiuqiu felt even more heartbroken. Ignoring the rainwater on Yuan Jue, she hugged him directly and even clearly felt the wolf stiffen for a moment.

Both she and Yuan Jue were rather shy. Although they had always liked each other, they rarely clung to each other.

They had always been restrained. During that painful past, they kissed even less than they did now.

"Are you cold?" Yuan Jue didn't realize anything. He blushed and seriously considered whether the burning wood at home had decreased, making his little wife cold.

Ruan Qiuqiu shook her head in his arms and said, "Let's go."

She knew the outcome of the past was already set, but in this dream-like memory, she still ridiculously wanted to change something.

Yuan Jue sensed her unusual emotions, but considerately didn't say anything. He nodded, his tail gently rubbing against her as a sign of comfort. "Okay."

They didn't take many things: the wooden wheelchair, a small backpack, and an animal hide blanket.

When Ruan Qiuqiu asked Yuan Jue what to do with the wedding bed, Mr. Big Grey Wolf was silent for a moment, then his thin lips curved into a faint smile. He told Ruan Qiuqiu to wait for him outside, and he would take care of it.

Ruan Qiuqiu walked outside the animal hide curtain and leaned against the cold cave wall, hearing the crisp sound of cracking stone from inside.

She knew the wedding bed was probably gone.

A moment later, Yuan Jue, with slightly reddened eyes, came out of the cave holding the animal hide mattress and tightly grasped her hand.

…

Their escape route was the same as in her memory. Ruan Qiuqiu wanted to change it, but every time the words reached her lips, she couldn't speak them.

She knew her consciousness couldn't change the established past, but she still tried again and again.

The first night, they slept in a huge tree with a large canopy to the north.

Yuan Jue held her tightly in his arms. They were covered with the animal hide mattress, blocking any possible wind and snow.

Ruan Qiuqiu's head rested on his chest. In the cold night, she could clearly hear his heartbeat.

"Thump," "thump,"

Beating steadily, seemingly close to her, yet far away.

The next day, a blizzard raged, and they had to abandon the heavy wooden wheelchair.

On the evening of the third day, they were taking shelter from the snow in a small cave when a spatial passage suddenly appeared. A peak sixth-tier demonic beast under Mo Xi suddenly emerged. Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't dodge in time and felt a sharp pain in her hand. Her vision spun, and she saw her severed right arm on the snowy ground.

Actually, she didn't feel much pain. She immediately used her ability to stop the bleeding and struggled to hide, not wanting to become a burden to Yuan Jue.

She watched as Yuan Jue, as if driven mad, tore the high-tier demonic beast to shreds, his body covered in bloody holes. He held her severed hand in his arms, looking both terrifying and pitiful.

Ruan Qiuqiu trembled with pain and struggled to his side, but he gently pressed her shoulder, frantically trying to reattach her arm again and again.

But his hands were shaking too much. He couldn't even align the limb, let alone reattach it.

Covered in his blood, Ruan Qiuqiu listened to Yuan Jue's hoarse voice, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness. He choked back sobs, repeatedly asking in a panicked voice why he couldn't reattach it, why he couldn't reattach it, why he couldn't reattach it.

Ruan Qiuqiu said she didn't hurt at all. In fact, she hadn't even had time to feel the pain. Losing an arm wasn't a big deal.

She tremblingly took a healing water bead from her backpack with her left hand to help him stop the bleeding. Forcing a smile, her voice trembling slightly from the pain, "Husband, I think we actually look quite well-matched, one without a left leg and the other without a right arm…"

Ruan Qiuqiu felt she was a genius of logic to be able to say such a thing.

But she clearly remembered that her past self had said this. Thinking about it now, it was strangely humorous.

"Don't dislike me, wolf…" Ruan Qiuqiu smiled, blinking her sore eyes, turning her head away from the shattered demonic beast corpse on the ground.

She knew that in less than a minute, another spatial passage would appear beside them, and the enraged Mo Xi would directly pierce her heart.

Previously, she must have anticipated all of this. Coincidentally, before losing consciousness, she gently kissed her wolf husband.

"Husband." Ruan Qiuqiu called Yuan Jue several times. He finally raised his blood-soaked eyes, gazing at her with despair and guilt.

He looked terrible, his eyes filled with tears, his handsome face contorted in anguish, but Ruan Qiuqiu still loved him very much.

Space shifted behind her. Her heart beat rapidly. Ruan Qiuqiu softly said, "Close your eyes."

Yuan Jue's pupils trembled, his long lashes wet with tears. But even at this moment, he still listened to her. He painfully closed his eyes.

Ruan Qiuqiu bent down, gently held his shoulders, and slowly kissed him.

A soft touch, as gentle and beautiful as a warm dream.

Death arrived as expected, like a sudden blow to her heart. Ruan Qiuqiu's heartbeat weakened, and before she could even open her eyes, she fell into unconscious darkness.

Ruan Qiuqiu felt her consciousness was clear. The feeling of her memories fully returning was even more painful than she had anticipated.

She tried again and again to open her eyes, but she remained trapped in darkness, as if her consciousness was encased in a thick eggshell, unable to break free.

She couldn't sense anything, nor was she aware of the passage of time. Naturally, she didn't know that three days had passed since she fell unconscious.

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