After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 46

Lu Youqing’s voice was very low, making it impossible to discern the emotions hidden behind her words. The cool, distinct scent radiating from her body enveloped Yan He’s senses as she held her close.

Yan He stiffened all over. Turning her head to look at her, she saw that Lu Youqing’s pitch-black eyes resembled a pool of stagnant water, where even the brilliant sunlight could not penetrate.

“Your… sister?”

Lu Youqing let out a soft sigh. She held Yan He tightly, burying her head deep into the crook of Yan He’s neck, as if this were the only way to soothe the profound sorrow tearing through her heart.

“You have amnesia, so it’s only natural that you don’t remember.” She lightly breathed in the faint, clean fragrance on Yan He’s body, her voice muffled as memories churned uncontrollably in her mind.

Lu Youqing’s sister was named Lu Ningyun, and she was ten years older than Lu Youqing. When Lu Youqing was eight, their parents tragically died in an accident. The heavy burden of the family businesses instantly crashed onto the shoulders of the young Lu sisters.

Lu Ningyun, who was only in high school at the time, was forced to take over the Lu family. She threw herself into the ruthless corporate battles, fighting against the company’s old, manipulative executives for shares. Miraculously, she managed to carve out a bloody path of her own, securing 50% of her parents’ company shares and subduing those seasoned corporate foxes until they were completely compliant. That year, Lu Ningyun was only eighteen.

The person Lu Ningyun loved was named Shi Xu, her high school classmate. Shi Xu was a passionate adventurer who loved mountaineering and exploring uncharted territories where no human had ever set foot. Lu Ningyun loved Shi Xu deeply; whenever they were together, a bright smile would replace the usual gloom on her face.

Lu Youqing had also been very fond of Sister Xiao Shi.

Shi Xu once said that if she ever died, Lu Ningyun would have to carry her memory and live on with enough strength for the both of them. Listening to her voice back then, Lu Ningyun had only smiled softly without saying a word.

When Lu Youqing was twelve, Lu Ningyun and Shi Xu were preparing to get married. However, on the eve of their wedding, a violent argument erupted between them—so severe that they even spoke of breaking up. To this day, Lu Youqing never found out what exactly caused that fight.

Afterward, Shi Xu went to the snow-capped mountains alone to clear her head. On the second day of her trip, the mountain suffered the largest avalanche in its recorded history. Lu Ningyun searched the snowbound peaks for a month. Even after the professional rescue teams gave up the search and left, she kept digging frantically. Yet, she never found Shi Xu’s body; the woman had vanished without a trace, leaving neither a living soul nor a corpse to bury.

When she finally returned from the mountains, Lu Ningyun was completely unrecognizable. Her cheekbones were hollow and sunken, and her entire vital spirit seemed to have been buried forever on that frozen peak alongside Shi Xu.

Lu Youqing was terrified that the only remaining family member she had left in this world would abandon her, afraid that Lu Ningyun would sink into permanent despair. She reminded Lu Ningyun that Shi Xu wanted her to live on for both of them, saying that Shi Xu wouldn’t want to see her like this. Sure enough, Lu Ningyun began to show signs of improvement. She slowly got her life and work back on track, and Lu Youqing truly believed her sister was moving forward.

Then, late one night three months later, Lu Youqing felt hungry. She stepped out of her room to look for something to eat, only to hear a faint, rustling sound coming from her sister’s bedroom. She walked over and peeked through the slightly ajar door. In the moonlight streaming through the window, she saw her sister clutching a black-and-white funerary portrait, talking to the empty air and occasionally reaching out to embrace or hold hands with nothingness.

Under the moonlight, the woman in the black-and-white portrait had beautiful eyes and kind features, coated in a bizarre, eerie glow. Lu Ningyun stood right in front of the portrait, whispering disjointed, nonsensical words.

She laughed one moment and wept the next, her sickly eyes filled with a blind, infatuated obsession.

She said, “Didn’t you want to break free from me? Didn’t you want to leave me? To think you’d actually resort to faking your death. Even death won’t keep us apart; we will eventually meet in hell.”

One moment she was professing how much she loved her—loved her to the absolute bone—and the next, she was vowing to die with her so their blood and flesh would fuse together, all while obsessively tracing the face of the woman in the portrait.

Lu Youqing realized then that her sister had never let go. Her sister was terribly ill.

Lu Ningyun was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. She resisted treatment, and her mental state fluctuated constantly—mostly leaning toward the worse end. The doctor said the trauma had been too severe, causing Lu Ningyun to hallucinate a version of Shi Xu who had never been in an accident.

Lu Youqing went to visit her. In the ward, Lu Ningyun sat on the edge of the bed in her oversized hospital gown, her gaze fixed with pure infatuation on the empty air beside her. Seeing Lu Youqing enter, she even happily urged her to greet the empty space.

Lu Ningyun was truly insane.

Later, the company’s board of directors began to voice their dissatisfaction, covertly scheming to strip away her shares and ruin her completely. Under mandatory hospital treatment, Lu Ningyun’s condition stabilized slightly, and she was discharged to return to work at the company.

She began taking her medication on time every day, the frequency of her episodes gradually decreased, and she stopped talking to the air. She seemed clearer by the day.

But only Lu Youqing knew the truth. Lu Ningyun would never allow anyone to sit in the space right next to her. At breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she would always prepare an extra portion of food and place it beside her. At night, she would leave her bedroom door cracked open instead of shutting it. When Lu Youqing asked her why, she simply said that someone worked very late and she needed to leave the door unlocked for her return.

Yet there were only the two of them left in that massive house; even the nanny had been frightened away.

Later, Lu Youqing found the spat-out pills at the bottom of the bathroom trash can.

In the summer of Lu Youqing’s eighteenth year, news arrived from the snow-capped mountains. A villager had discovered a female corpse. Because the sub-zero temperatures had preserved the body relatively well, it was identified as Shi Xu. After sleeping in the snow for six years, she could finally come home.

Lu Youqing accompanied Lu Ningyun to see Shi Xu. The woman in the glass coffin lay sound asleep with her eyes closed, a layer of frost dusting her long lashes, looking so serene it felt as if she might wake up in the next second. Lu Ningyun stared at the corpse for a very long time—so long that the sunlight in the room tilted and faded away completely.

Inside Shi Xu’s phone was an unsent email that had failed due to a lack of signal. Lu Ningyun locked herself in a room with that email for three days and three nights.

Lu Ningyun held a funeral for Shi Xu. At the service, she didn’t cry or smile; she just stood silently beside the tombstone, staring blankly at the smiling portrait of the woman etched into the stone.

After that, Lu Ningyun became intensely sober. She threw herself into a frenzy of work, managing corporate affairs and burning through days and nights without a single thought for her health.

On the sixth night after the funeral, she knocked on Lu Youqing’s bedroom door and held her, weeping for a long time.

Lu Youqing spent hours comforting her. She believed that seeing the body had finally made her sister realize Shi Xu was truly gone, meaning she would no longer suffer from her illness and would live a proper life just as Shi Xu had wished.

Very early the next morning, Lu Ningyun bought a plane ticket and left Wucheng. Lu Youqing assumed her sister had gone to negotiate a business deal, but the next news she received regarding her sister was a notice of her death and a massive inheritance.

On the seventh day after Shi Xu’s funeral, Lu Ningyun died on that sacred, snow-covered mountain. She was wearing a thin wedding dress, the hem fluttering as softly as snowflakes. In her pale, frozen, and rigid palm was embedded a silver-white ring—the wedding ring from when she had proposed to Shi Xu. She had written her suicide note well in advance, prepared her wedding dress, and walked straight into the mountains. No one knew what she was thinking in that biting, fierce wind as she scaled the peaks.

Lu Ningyun and Shi Xu had been together for four years. Four years later, Shi Xu died, and Lu Ningyun spent six years going mad over her. The time they actually spent together was far less than the duration of Lu Ningyun’s illness.

In her will, Lu Ningyun requested to be buried in the same grave as Shi Xu. Lu Youqing honored her wish. On the tombstone, she carved:

The Grave of My Sister Lu Ningyun and Her Wife Shi Xu.

Lu Youqing inherited a colossal fortune—an amount of money that ensured she would never have to worry about food or clothing for this lifetime or the next. The price, however, was losing the last remaining family member she had in the world.

Without Lu Ningyun as its backbone, and under years of directorial negligence and corrupt opportunism, the company quickly went bankrupt. Lu Youqing subsequently lost everything that carried the trace of her family’s existence.

After handling her sister’s funeral affairs, Lu Youqing locked the gates of the villa one evening and walked onto a bridge on the outskirts of the city in the dead of night.

The sky was pitch black—a thick, suffocating darkness that completely enveloped her surroundings, looking as if it might collapse at any moment. Inky storm clouds rolled with the west wind, howling as they whipped against her body. Her thin clothes snapped loudly in the gale, yet she only stared indifferently at the rushing, turbulent river below, her eyes as black as spilled ink.

Previously, to convince Lu Ningyun to pull herself together, she had told her sister to live on for Shi Xu. But when she was the one truly facing the abyss, she suddenly realized that just as Lu Ningyun couldn’t do it, she couldn’t do it either.

Suddenly, a sound came from behind her, as if someone were calling out to her. Lu Youqing turned around and beheld the brightest flash of color in that suffocatingly long night.

A young girl’s clear eyes reflected her silhouette. She reached out her hand, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile. “Classmate, are you up here admiring the moon?”

She pointed toward the churning storm clouds in the sky, continuing to extend her hand toward Lu Youqing until she caught her limp wrist. “Your hand is so cold. Let me warm it up for you.”

“I know a place where the view is absolutely beautiful—way better than this pitch-black moon. Want to come with me?”

“Oh, come on, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go together!”

Yan He dragged the shivering Lu Youqing—the Lu Youqing who had intended to find her sister and Sister Xiao Shi that very night—out of the darkness, dispelling her chills. She led her straight under the glow of a streetlamp, took her to a shop to drink some hot water, brought her to an amusement park right before it closed, and rode the Ferris wheel with her.

On that night of utter despair—a dense, heavy night where even the weather seemed determined to drag Lu Youqing down into the abyss—Yan He had shattered the barrier. She brought her warmth and repaired her cold, broken heart.

After that night, Lu Youqing was no longer a soul wandering in hopeless desolation.