Venerated venomous consort

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She was chagrined at her inability to recall her past. In distress, she pinched her lips into a tight line. Obviously, she had really forgotten it all.

Di Fuyi sighed. "Back in those days, you carried a box around with the bracelet within it in hopes to find your perfect husband. As told by the myth, it will only secure itself around the man who is destined to be with you. During my birthday, you showed up with the bracelet. It picked me and secured itself on my wrist."

The sequence of the events was pretty accurate, but what he said was not exactly what had happened. His obscure version of the story had successful led Gu Xijiu into believing that the bracelet was actually a Love Bracelet. She thought that it worked almost like an embroidered ball that was used to choose a husband. Their engagement seemed to be a result of the random selection.

Just at that moment, a few pieces of memory flashed by. Gu Xijiu somehow recalled a birthday party. She gave out a gift box, and when the box was opened, a glass dragon emerged. The scenes were in bits and pieces, so she failed to connect the dots. Nevertheless, Gu Xijiu decided to try and relate the events together. "Before the bracelet secured itself on your wrist, was it in the shape of a golden glass dragon?"

Di Fuyi's eyes darkened in response. "Did you get back your memory?"

"Just answer me."

"Yes."

Gu Xijiu was moved. The pieces of memory in her head were real events that had happened before. She could finally remember a bit of her past. She tried to think more deeply from the clues given, but an intense headache stopped her from doing so. The pain was as if someone had put a nail in the back of her head, and the intensity of the pain made her break out in a cold sweat. Her body trembled in pain.

"What is it?" Concerned, Di Fuyi grabbed her hand tightly.

"Do not try to help her recall her memory. Whenever she tries to remember something from the past, she will get a headache. It has been going on like this for a long while." The clan leader sighed.

Still trembling, Gu Xijiu reached into her pocket and took out a small bamboo bottle. Inside, there was a green pill. She immediately wanted to put it in her mouth but was halted by Di Fuyi.

"Give… Give it to me." Gu Xijiu begged him with a trembling voice.

Di Fuyi took the pill in his hand. With a sniff, he could tell the function of the pill. "The pill works only as a painkiller. It does more harm than good to your body. You should not take it."

With a flick, the pill went straight into the pile of rubbish in the corner.

Gu Xijiu was at a loss for words. The refuge was very short of resources. In fact, the western part of the village was barren land. The best crops that they could afford were sweet potatoes. There was no source of medicine anywhere.

She had to brave her way through dangers in the valley in order to get the painkiller, which almost cost her life. It was a very rare herb, so she would not usually eat it. To her utter surprise, Di Fuyi treated the precious pill as if it was a waste.

Before she argued, Di Fuyi took out another bottle of medicine that carried a shimmering purple pill. "Take this." He fed her the pill.

The smell of the pill was refreshing. It was the typical kind of scent that every good pill bore. With a sniff, she already knew it was good. She put it straight into her mouth and was ready to scoop some water to swallow the pill. Before she could get up, Di Fuyi immediately offered her another bottle of liquid. "The water is not clean. Come; have this."

She did not know how the liquid would taste. However, from the look of the bottle, she could tell that it must be something expensive. The bottle was made of transparent crystal, carrying some clear liquid within. She took a sip and was overwhelmed by the pleasantly sweet taste that lingered on her tongue.

Slowly, she drank it all. She could not help but look at Di Fuyi with curious eyes. His robes were thin, hanging loosely over his body. How did he manage to keep so many things within his robes? The space in his sleeves was like a goldmine that offered him anything that he wished for.