Mu Anxiao felt a sense of resistance upon hearing the girl’s address. However, faced with the reality of her madness, Mu Anxiao couldn’t tell her the truth too directly.
Resigned, Mu Anxiao continued to impersonate the deceased Mu Xi. “Yes, what is it?” she asked gently.
After a minute of silence, the girl slowly raised her eyes to look at Mu Anxiao. “Did you really marry me?”
Mu Anxiao was taken aback by the question.
“Uh… sort of…” she managed a dry laugh, afraid the girl would cling to her. “I suppose I did.”
The dagger chuckled softly.
Hearing the sound, Mu Anxiao intentionally nudged the dagger, then turned her full attention back to the girl.
“Sort of,” the girl said, leaning in to meet Mu Anxiao’s gaze directly. “There’s no me in your eyes.”
“My eyes…” Mu Anxiao’s gaze flickered. “I’m looking at you like this, of course, there’s only you in my eyes.”
“Liar.” The girl’s demeanor suddenly changed. She reached out and forcefully shoved Mu Anxiao. Caught off guard, Mu Anxiao sat down on the wet ground, the dagger falling from her grasp.
“…” Mu Anxiao was speechless. She could only watch the girl, trying to prevent her from doing anything to harm herself.
The dagger, afraid of startling the girl, remained motionless.
Seeing Mu Anxiao’s calm expression, the girl pouted. “I’m like this, and you’re not even angry.”
“You…” Mu Anxiao suddenly regretted her actions. “Are you alright?”
“Of course I’m not alright. None of you Mu family are good people, including you,” the girl said, standing up and walking to Mu Anxiao’s feet. “I really want to kill you.”
“…” Mu Anxiao braced herself with her hands on the ground, her fingernails digging into the damp earth. She forced a laugh. “I married you, and you…”
“Liar, is this a bridal chamber? My clothes, are they wedding garments, you liar?” The girl’s mind suddenly became clear.
“…” Mu Anxiao was at a loss for words.
The dagger lay on the ground, wary of being discovered by the girl.
Seeing Mu Anxiao’s speechless expression, the girl sneered. “You looked so pitiful back then.”
“…” Mu Anxiao swallowed, genuinely unable to comprehend what the girl was talking about.
“Back then, you held me and cried, saying your parents didn’t love you, and you envied Mu Anxiao. You said,” the girl began, crouching down to stare into Mu Anxiao’s eyes, “you said you’d rather be like her. Have you forgotten these words?”
“I…” Mu Anxiao pursed her lips. “Of course, I haven’t forgotten.” Fearing she might provoke the girl, she decided to go along with her words.
“Then fine. Do you know my name?”
Her name?
Since arriving here, Mu Anxiao had only referred to her as "the girl." Mu Anxiao didn’t know her name, and frankly, she hadn’t intended to find out.
Who knew… the girl would ask such a question at this crucial moment? Mu Anxiao found herself in an awkward position.
“You are…” Mu Anxiao smiled. “You are my wife. May I call you ‘niangzi’?” She thought her response was quite clever.
“You don’t know.”
“You are my niangzi, you…”
“You don’t know,” the girl roared.
Mu Anxiao flinched and lowered her gaze. “Yes, I don’t know, because that woman took my memories.” She was increasingly impressed with herself.
“Took your memories?” the girl frowned.
Mu Anxiao stated seriously, “Yes. Do you know why I married you?” She met the girl’s eyes.
“Because that woman abandoned you?”
“No,” Mu Anxiao said with deep affection. “Because of you.”
“…”
Seeing the girl’s silence, Mu Anxiao felt a moment of awkwardness and continued, “Because of you, you are the only one in my heart, so I only want to marry you. Even though you couldn’t wear a beautiful wedding dress, in my eyes, you are always the most beautiful. Actually, I’ve already left the Mu estate. I’m sorry, I lied to you.”
However, the moment Mu Anxiao spoke these words, the girl’s demeanor softened. “You did it for me?”
“Yes, I just want to be with you. Last night,” Mu Anxiao recounted from memory, “you were knocked unconscious. I came back, saw you collapsed, and brought you here.”
“…” Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, and a memory suddenly flashed in her mind. She immediately adopted a stern expression.
Conversely, Mu Anxiao didn’t notice the girl’s reaction and continued to put on a lovestruck expression. “My desire to marry you…”
“Shut up,” the girl suddenly interrupted.
Mu Anxiao froze, then felt embarrassed. “Huh?”
“You’re not Mu Xi.” Her gaze was firm.
Hearing the girl’s accusation, Mu Anxiao felt that all her efforts were in vain.
“When did you realize I… wasn’t Mu Xi?” she asked.
“Mu Xi would never say such disgusting sweet nothings to me. No matter how much you resemble him, you are not him.” With that, she stood up.
Mu Anxiao tilted her head up, looking at the girl with embarrassment. “I resemble him? Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
Originally, Mu Anxiao had planned to continue impersonating Mu Xi and create more beautiful illusions for the girl. But since she had been discovered, Mu Anxiao no longer felt the need to hide.
“There’s nothing wrong with my eyes.” The girl looked down at Mu Anxiao. “Even if your face resembles him, you’re just a stinking beggar. I would never like you. You… get lost.”
“Ugh, are you crazy?” Mu Anxiao’s expression instantly changed. She grabbed the dagger and stood up, forgetting about the girl’s madness. “Earlier you said I was Mu Xi, and now you say I’m not. How can everything be decided by you?”
Mu Anxiao was quite adept at playing the role of a beggar, but she detested being called a "stinking beggar" more than anything. She considered the word "stinking" to be a great disrespect.
What was wrong with being a beggar? Were beggars not human? Beggars had their own way of living.
Therefore, she resented the girl speaking to her in such a condescending tone.
“Liar.”
“Sister, I was just cooperating with you, you…”
“Xin’er.” Someone interrupted.
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao’s brow furrowed. She turned to look behind her and saw Xi’er.
The girl’s eyes darkened. She looked at Xi’er, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, and frowned. “Who are you?” She sounded perfectly normal.
Hearing the girl’s question, Mu Anxiao’s eyes darkened. She suddenly wondered… was the girl truly mad or not?
“You don’t recognize me? We just met yesterday.”
“How do you know my name is Xin’er? I…” The girl stopped midway through her sentence, her eyes widening. She clutched her head and let out a cry.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao was startled. She glanced at Xi’er, who had deliberately ignored her, then retreated to the corner of the wall, looking down at the dagger. “What’s going on?” she whispered.
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