Chapter 149: True Love Is Hard to Forget; Lies Built for Love’s Sake

Perhaps memories can retain the beautiful things, but they also keep the sorrow. When we try hard to forget it, we find that the sorrow has been etched deep into our memories.
Qiyue picked up her teacup, took a gentle sip, and, looking at the surprised Wolf King, nodded and said, “That’s right. He no longer has any memories now.”
The Wolf King quickly sat down and asked anxiously, “How could this happen? What exactly happened?”
Qiyue looked at the Wolf King, took another sip of tea, and said, “Can’t you just leave this matter alone? Since he no longer has any memories, let him live a happy life.”
The Wolf King firmly shook his head and said, “No. He can’t just leave like this without any explanation.”
Qiyue suddenly stood up, took a slight step forward, and quickly knelt down. “Sir, I beg you. As you can see, how happy and content he is now. Do you really want him to return to that pain? Don’t you think that’s cruel? I beg you, leave him be and let him live his life in peace, will you?”
The Wolf King wasn’t expecting Qiyue to kneel down. Surprised by her determination, he stepped forward to help her up, but her body wouldn’t move…
Looking at Qiyue’s complex expression, the Wolf King asked, “Were you the one who did all this?”
Qiyue glanced at the Wolf King and nodded. “Yes, but I regret it now. It can’t be undone, so I can only try to make amends slowly.”
The Wolf King asked further, “Then can you tell me how it happened?”
After thinking for a moment, Qiyue replied, “It was all due to my momentary greed. I couldn’t control my selfish desires, which led me to commit such a grave mistake…” She then recounted how Aotian had used her own daughter as a pawn in his scheme.
Hearing this, the Wolf King exclaimed in shock, “You mean… the Demon Lord not only has no memories now but has also lost his martial skills? And your father has obtained his secret techniques?”
Qiyue nodded, her tearful eyes filled with deep remorse. “I didn’t know. I really didn’t realize my father would deceive me.”
The Wolf King sighed and said, “Perhaps this is all fate. The Demon Lord’s miserable life—no one knows when it will end. You didn’t do anything wrong. The culprit is Aotian; his schemes are too cunning.”
Qiyue looked at the Wolf King and said, “Sir, please leave. Qiyue has never begged anyone in her life. But now, this scholar has no memories, no martial skills—just an ordinary person. Please don’t let him step into that chaotic world of the three realms. Let us live our ordinary lives here.”
The Wolf King gently shook his head. “Are you trying to escape? Are you deceiving yourself? You know that the Demon Lord only has Jillier in his heart. He’s just lost his memories. If he regains them one day, he will hate you.”
Qiyue shook her head. “I don’t care. I have no other choice. Even if we live happily for just one day, I’ll be satisfied. I don’t care if he hates me.”

The Wolf King continued, “But one must face reality. Since it has happened, it should be resolved. In his heart, there are friends, hatred, and love… Don’t you think about him at all? He has his own things to deal with. If you truly love him, you should sincerely wish him happiness and joy, rather than letting him live in this lie forever.”

Hearing the Wolf King’s words, July felt a hint of desolation in her heart. Perhaps… her love was too selfish. She only thought of herself, of how to achieve her own happiness, never considering him. What if one day his memory truly returned? What would she have done? All she had done was only deepen her own pain within that lie.

The Wolf King watched as tears slowly streamed down July’s face and said, “Miss July, I know you truly love the Demon Lord. Perhaps the more devoted one is, the more heartless they become.”

“But emotions cannot be forced. If you can’t have them, why deceive yourself? Give up on him. Being by his side will only bring you more pain. Try to forget him and start anew,” the Wolf King advised July.

July gave a bitter smile and said, “Sir, perhaps you have truly experienced much and seen through the world’s illusions. But do you know? My heart no longer allows me any way back. It no longer belongs to me. I can’t control it. I can’t forget him. With each passing day, my longing for him grows deeper. That pain is ten thousand times worse than this lie. I think… there is only one way that can free me.”

The Wolf King saw the determination in July’s eyes and asked, “What way?”

Without saying a word, July stood up instantly. Reaching out, she used the powerful energy of ‘Lanelfina Qing’ to pull the ‘Dance of the Moon’ sword hanging on the wall toward herself. With the sword in hand, she swung it across her own throat…

The Wolf King was extremely astute. Seeing the determination in July’s eyes, he also detected a trace of despair. He had long guessed that the only path left for July was death.

He stretched out two fingers, grabbed the sword, and used his divine beast power to snatch it from July’s hands. “Miss July, even ants crave life. A person’s life shouldn’t be solely about love. You still have so much more to live for…”

The tears in July’s eyes could no longer be held back. Shaking her head, she said, “In this world, my only attachment is my love for him. My father only knew how to demand things from me, to use me. He never considered my feelings. Perhaps he is my father, but… he isn’t a good father. He can call me his daughter, but I refuse to acknowledge him as my father.”

“In the eyes of the world, you might think that the lofty Demon Lord is lucky or happy. But… I have no friends. All I have is his smile… a smile within this lie.”

The Wolf King truly never expected that, besides Liu Yi’s tragic life, there was another woman in this world—a woman so unfortunate, whose reason for living was nothing but her longing for love…

The Wolf King sighed, shook his head, and said with a bitter smile, “I always thought the sorrows of the human world were just a joke, something people brought upon themselves out of boredom, a burden they imposed on themselves. But now I finally understand that everyone’s sorrow is not what they desire. They all long for happiness, yet they are played by fate.”

Qīyuè gently sat back down at the table, tears streaming endlessly. Who could understand such a woman? Who could know of the heart marked with countless wounds? As the supreme ruler of the demon race, she was second to none yet above all others. She should have been happy, but because she fell into the vortex of love, she could never escape…

The Wolf King shook his head and said, “I have an idea. I wonder if Miss Qīyuè would be willing to consider it. Perhaps you and Liǔ Yì will live together forever, or perhaps he will pick up ‘Sorrowful Dream’ once again.”

Qīyuè seemed to see hope and immediately asked, “Sir, please go on.”

The Wolf King sat down, took a sip of tea, and said, “I wonder if Miss Qīyuè has heard of the ‘Chaos Immortal Realm’…”