Even though not many things happened to her that night, for Margarette it was an eventful evening. Still, the latest developnt really baffled her.
It all felt like a dream.
At one point she was in her ntor's garden, bathing in the green glow filling the place and surrounded by countless fireflies. The joy in her heart was imnse because she finally managed to et her most admired ntor.
But then... a brief, disastrous fight broke out outside of the mortal realm in the garden without warning. No one was prepared for it. Everything happened too fast, as if Jiang Li being locked within space, escaping from it after, and attacking her ntor all took place in just a second. Monts after that, she was already outside, feeling so cold due to being left to kneel on the street. It was still in the middle of the night.
How did she arrive here? Was it teleportation? What really happened?
She had no idea that Jiang Li couldn't teleport and that all he did was to run with her in tow at the speed of light towards the exit of the tower that began to freeze from the inside out. And actually, that was not the important matter that ensued after exiting the mysterious space.
"It's collapsing..." Margarette panted for breath. The first thing she saw upon lifting her head and rising to her feet was the crumbling ice tower.
The fortune-teller was nowhere in sight, and might even be dying within that garden. Pain flashed across her expression for a while.
Then slowly, her eyes went to Jiang Li who was standing two ters away from her. It seed the man never even spared the observatory a glance. He was looking at her. Rembering what this person had just done, she made a fearful expression. That was until she saw his smile. A sad and disappointed one.
As the mystifying scene earlier was hard to erase in her mind, it took so ti for her to comprehend why he was making that face towards her.
Afterward, she understood sothing. She had probably done wrong. Her impression of the youth before her was also wrong. Looking back to her actions within that garden, if she was in his shoes, she would find her ridiculous.
Which guy would want to know that their wife was seeing sobody else in them each ti she stares at him?
Which husband would not be heartbroken upon seeing his wife ignored his pleading stares?
She unconsciously placed a palm atop her pounding chest, feeling herself drowning in embarrassnt... and regret. A second later, her face paled. Now that the person he was secretly looking down upon turned out to be so god-like, would she end up dead or cursed to live a life worse than death?
She tried to calm her racing heart. What she kept telling herself as encouragent was the man's lack of killing intent as he looked at her. But he was still gazing at her with that sa look in his eyes...
Jiang Li spoke to her in a quiet tone, "I can still rember everything that happened there. So you thought that from the beginning, I was never the general?"
'Because you two are too different'
Margarette lowered her head, not daring to look at him in the eyes. And that was more than enough as an answer. Actually, the dium had said it all earlier... Jiang Li rely asked to confirm it from her own mouth, as it was holding one last hope in her. But of course, the result left him disappointed.
He was silent for a couple of monts before he slowly nodded, "Well, you are right. From the beginning, I was never the general in your awakened mories."
What he said made her look at him.
He shook his head, feeling like laughing for so inexplicable reason.
"I am also not the holess warlock tramp that you think I am." His eyes were on the nurous beads of bluish light scattering in the wind like a thousand charms.
He was never Lu Ling the prince-general, or Jas, the wandering philosopher.
He was never Zheng Xiang or those nas that he had already forgotten. He was Jiang Li, an old ghost traveling through space and ti.
Unfortunately, even in those worlds where he managed to change his na into Jiang Li, he was still undeniably wearing the identities given to him by the system.
Thus in their eyes, including hers, he was never 'Jiang Li'.
All these tis, he was living lives that were not his. While he sotis felt like a criminal who had snatched sobody else's life and at tis, a blessed person given chance to experience more and see more, he was also sotis feeling wronged for being known as sobody else throughout a lifeti.
He felt like this every ti, but tolerated it because he at least could see in the eyes of her previous incarnation that he was for who he was.
But, what about now?
"Who you are then?" Margarette asked hesitantly. It was a question he was expecting, albeit he found it again disappointing.
The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Well. I wish I could say I am simply your husband"
"But it seems the one in your heart is not ." A trace of bitterness was in his voice which caused Margarette to feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Li shook his head.
It was his first ti encountering an incarnation of hers who saw him for his previous identity. He knew the dium was the culprit behind this for a goal that he didn't know.
Yet he was not yet at the point where he would not bla soone at fault what just because he liked her.
'Host, you only have a minute. Your points won't be able to support you further than that.'
His mind turned blank for a while before he rembered his current situation. He then answered, 'Okay, I got it.'
'And the outsider is still nearby. She could still stay for quite so ti before she will be forced out by the world's consciousness,' said once again by the chanical voice. Its no-nonsense replies were truly different from the childish version.
Jiang Li just humd, not the least bit worried since he knew that woman would rather spend the last hour or so with Dong Lan, or do sothing more aningful or useful to her cause than chase after him.
He marched towards Margarette.
His mind was on her recent actions.
Thinking of how the girl was shown a valiant 'him' which she probably fell in love with, he unconsciously grumbled, "Such a puzzle. Won really are a puzzle. Young ladies, princesses not an exception, often desire a fantastic romance between a fair lady and a knight or hero..."
He was obviously referring to how Margarette was pining for one of his past identities. To be honest, if he wanted, he could act like Lu Ling, since he was sure the person in her mind was him who was wearing that general's skin and armor. But for what?
People changed. Even within one lifeti, several changes in style, taste, hobbies, and such, could take place to a person. If one day the wife found out her husband no longer have those hobbies, taste, or stuff she was familiar with, would it excusable for her to force her husband to change back? Because the past him was the one she loved? What about the current him? She couldn't accept?
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