CRASH!
Thirty thousand years of memories... love, sweetness, pain, betrayal, and death... all came rushing back, tearing An Luo Wei's soul apart.
She was no longer An Luo Wei.
She was Fairy Wei.
And the man in front of her...
It was Bei Shen Jing. The one who betrayed her.
She pushed him away, staggering back. The faces of Lu Bei Shen (modern) and Bei Shen Jing (previous life) overlapped.
The one who tricked her into signing the marriage certificate.
The one who watched Su Jin stab her with a Shi Shen knife.
Two people... were one!
"BEIZHOU GOD JING!" She screamed, her scream carrying the hatred of thirty thousand years of repression. "IT'S YOU! YOU FOOLED ME AGAIN!"
"Vi Vi..." Luc Bac Than was stunned, he reached out to her, "You... you remember. Listen to me explain, everything is not..."
"EXPLANE?" She laughed, a crazy and painful laugh. "Explain what? Explain why you agreed to marry To Cam for the throne of the Heavenly Emperor? Explain why you stood by and watched her stab me? Or explain... why in this life you continue to use that dirty trick to tie me down??!"
"No!" He roared, "I have never..."
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
He had just taken a step forward, she immediately screamed, retreating back, as if he was the dirtiest thing.
Vi Vi's inner thoughts:
It hurts! It hurts so much!
The invisible wound on her chest, where the Thi Than knife stabbed, suddenly throbbed. The pain of the soul was even more terrifying than the pain of the body.
The Vong Xuyen (peach blossom birthmark) seal not only locked the memories, it also locked this pain. Now, when everything broke out, she could not bear it.
"What do you want from me?" She looked at him, her peach blossom eyes were no longer clear, only bloodshot hatred. "In your previous life, you used my immortal power to consolidate your power. In this life, you use my career ('Tinh Nguyet') as a stepping stone. How long do you want to torture me? Do you want me... to die again??"
Her accusations, every word, were all misunderstandings arranged by To Cam.
But for Vi Vi, it was the truth. It was her last memory.
Luc Bac Than was stunned. He had won against Giang To Nhu (To Cam). But he had lost.
He had obtained her memories... but they were memories that were against him.
"Vi Vi... I beg you..." His voice trembled. The Emperor... was begging. "Believe me. Just once."
"Believe you?" She muttered. "I once believed you. And the price... is Tru Tien Dai."
She couldn't stay here another second. This room... this villa... was a modern version of the "prison" of Cuu Trung Thien. His cedarwood scent... now smelled of deception.
She turned around. She had to run away.
"Stop!" Luc Bac Than saw her intention. "It's dangerous outside! Your memories are still in chaos!"
He rushed forward, blocking the door.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" She looked straight into his eyes, her despair turning into strength. "Luc Bac Than, or Bac Than Canh... whoever you are. I'd rather be killed by Giang To Nhu out there, than have to breathe the same air as the person who betrayed me!"
The determination in her eyes... was exactly the same as the moment she threw herself down on Tru Tien Dai.
Luc Bac Than froze. His outstretched hand trembled.
He... couldn't.
He couldn't stop her. If he forced her now, she would truly... break.
He had lost.
An Lac Vi (Vi Vi) slipped past him and rushed out of the office.
She ran down the stairs.
She rushed to the main door.
But...
When her hand touched the doorknob, she stopped.
Tieu Dao...
She turned her head and looked up the stairs. Her son. Her fairy fetus... was sleeping up there.
How could she abandon her child?
Pain tore at her.
At that moment, Luc Bac Than appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked at her, his eyes filled with despair and... pleading.
That image... pushed her away.
She couldn't. She couldn't stay. She couldn't face her enemy. She couldn't let her son grow up next to such a liar.
Son, I'm sorry. I... have to go.
She wiped her tears, turned the doorknob, and rushed out into the night.
She ran.
No shoes.
No money.
No phone.
She just ran, ran away from her "prison" of thirty thousand years.
Luc Bac Than stood on the stairs, not chasing. He just stood there, looking at the door wide open, the cold night wind blowing in.
He had found her.
And he had... lost her again.