Seeing her biological parents' heartbroken faces, Meng Jingwei felt a pang of sympathy, feeling she had wronged them.
But now, she had no room to retreat.
Meng Jingwei knew that someone would be secretly monitoring her every move this day. If she really went home, it would make people suspect that Qing Muyue's 'death' was problematic.
To make the act complete.
After a whole night of torment, Meng Jingwei finally returned to the villa.
She rested for a few days at home, then left with Old Chen Tou, heading for the Hidden Clan.
Upon arriving in Country C, they rested for several more days. Old Chen Tou didn't dare to rush, fearing Meng Jingwei's body couldn't endure it.
And that night, Meng Jingwei lay in her room resting. In the dead of night, a faint sound could be heard.
She keenly sensed the disturbance, reached under her pillow, and felt a dagger.
This dagger was for self-defense; she carried it with her precisely because she feared danger at any moment.
She just hadn't expected that shortly after arriving in Country C, someone would be impatient and want to make a move against her.
In the dark night, Meng Jingwei squinted, watching the dark figure slowly approach her. But for some reason, she suddenly felt that the person had no killing intent.
Instantly, a gleam flashed in the young woman's eyes, "Ah Ye?"
The man's steps faltered, and he paused for a moment.
Meng Jingwei sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and sure enough, the man standing before her was indeed Qing Muyue.
"Silly girl, how did you know it was me?"
Qing Muyue was somewhat surprised.
Although he knew Meng Jingwei was skilled, he didn't expect her to sense his presence.
Meng Jingwei threw off the quilt, immediately got out of bed, and rushed towards him barefoot, hugging him tightly. "Long time no see, I missed you so much."
Heaven knew how exhausted she had been, physically and mentally, dealing with the funeral arrangements.
She had dedicated all her acting skills to this funeral. No one knew how tired she was, but Meng Jingwei was too weary to speak.
"I know, I missed you too."
Qing Muyue held her in his arms, rested his chin on her head, and slowly closed his eyes, savoring the precious moment of being together.
"It's precisely because I knew you missed me that I came to find you."
Perhaps it was telepathy, or perhaps it was because he knew Meng Jingwei's sincere love for him, which made him unable to resist the risk of appearing by Meng Jingwei's side.
Otherwise, how sad would she be all alone.
Meng Jingwei wrapped her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest. She closed her eyes and breathed softly. Qing Muyue's scent filled her nostrils, and the beat of his heart, each thump, resonated with her.
"You're so good, it's too blissful to see you."
She tightened her embrace around his waist. "Do you know how tired I was during this funeral? But during the funeral, I inexplicably immersed myself, thinking how scared and pained I would be if you were truly gone."
The staged funeral gave Meng Jingwei a deeper understanding.
The emptiness and pain after the death of her beloved made Meng Jingwei cherish her feelings for Qing Muyue even more.
"Silly girl, it was all fake. You... got too invested."
"No. It's because I love you too deeply."
Meng Jingwei shook her head slightly, confessing her love to Qing Muyue.
Then, she let go of Qing Muyue, pulled him to sit on the bedside, and gazed at the man she had longed for. Although some time had passed since they last met, their reunion was still as intimate and wonderful.
She looked at him with deep affection, and he gazed back at her tenderly, his eyes carrying a current that sent a shiver through her.
Suddenly, they reached out and embraced each other, kissing deeply.