After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 47

In the dim room, the two tightly embracing bodies remained silent. Sensing a faint dampness against her neck, Yan He tilted her head to look at Lu Youqing, whose head was buried against her shoulder. Even the stray strands of the woman’s hair seemed to exude a palpable pain, causing a wave of sorrow to tighten in Yan He’s own chest.

She reached out, gently stroking Lu Youqing’s hair, offering her comfort in silence.

Lu Youqing gradually gathered her complex emotions and pulled herself back from the memories. She nuzzled lightly against Yan He’s neck before lifting her head, her dark pupils glistening with a layer of mist. Forcing a soft smile, she wiped away her tears and said,

“It’s all in the past.”

Her gaze then drifted toward the two black-and-white portraits inside the altar, her eyes turning unreadable.

“My sister was named Lu Ningyun, and this is her wife, Shi Xu.”

Yan He followed her gaze. Surrounded by Lu Youqing’s presence, the atmosphere that had felt strictly solemn and heavy just moments ago no longer seemed quite so cold. She spoke politely to the portraits,

“Hello, Sister Lu. Hello, Sister Shi.”

Lu Youqing couldn’t help but curve her lips as she looked at her, clearly touched by the way she addressed them. She continued softly,

“My sister and Sister Xiao Shi were together for four years. Later, Sister Xiao Shi passed away in an accident. My sister missed her so deeply that she fell ill from grief, and she followed her while I was still in high school.” She spoke concisely, choosing not to reveal the exact nature of her sister’s illness or the choices she had made.

What the pre-amnesiac Yan He hadn’t known, the current Yan He had no need to find out either. Lu Youqing’s face shifted between light and shadow in the dim room, her eyes carrying a kaleidoscope of complex emotions.

“Every year during the Qingming Festival, we come back to Wucheng to visit my sister. This year was supposed to be the same, but you forgot.” Her eyes curved slightly as she gazed deeply at Yan He.

Listening to Lu Youqing’s words, Yan He fell into a thoughtful silence.

She recalled a media profile she had read about Lu Youqing, which mentioned that her parents had passed away in a car accident when she was very young. Now she learned that her older sister had also left her when she was only a teenager. Did she really spend her entire youth in such complete isolation?

Yan He didn’t know. She didn’t know what Lu Youqing had endured in the past, just as she didn’t remember that she used to accompany Lu Youqing back here every single year to visit their sisters.

“Let’s light some incense for your sister,” she suggested quietly, looking at the portraits that had now been fully swallowed by the encroaching darkness.

Lu Youqing pulled some incense sticks and a lighter from a drawer. As the incense burned, Wisps of pale green smoke drifted through the room, softening and blurring their vision.

By the time they left Lu Youqing’s childhood home, night had fallen completely. The weather was biting cold, and every breath they exhaled formed a thick white mist in the air. Yan He buried half her face into her scarf, where the faint, solemn scent of the incense still seemed to linger.

The wind rustled through the trees, making a low howling sound. Yan He looked up at the pitch-black sky, her mind as calm and unbothered as a still lake.

Lu Youqing walked side-by-side with her. The driver had parked the car outside the main gates of the villa district, so they strolled together along the quiet residential roads toward the exit.

Behind them lay a vast expanse of darkness, while the sparse glow of the streetlamps ahead illuminated their path. Walking beneath the lights, the soft white glow stretched their shadows infinitely behind them into the night. Yan He watched the pavement, remaining silent.

Beside her, Lu Youqing suddenly reached into her pocket and took hold of her hand. Yan He turned her head, meeting a pair of eyes filled with a radiant smile.

“Back when we were in university, there was a long path just like this connecting the teaching buildings to the dorms. At night, the streetlamps along the road would light up exactly like this.”

It was rare to hear Lu Youqing initiate a conversation about their university days. Captivated by her words, Yan He stopped walking and stood under the streetlamp, waiting for her to continue.

“During night classes, there were very few people around. We would walk along the path, feeling the comfortable breeze. Sometimes, we would stand under a streetlamp… just like this.”

She lifted Yan He’s hand, using her other hand to lightly pinch the hem of her jacket. With a delicate lift of her heels, she took a step, turned, and caught her hand again, beginning to dance gracefully beneath the glow of the lamp. Driven by her body’s instinctive memory, Yan He naturally extended her arm, matching Lu Youqing’s movements step-for-step. Their motions were coordinated and beautiful, resembling two pure white swans floating upon a lake.

The lamplight cast a warm glow over them, stretching their swaying shadows across the concrete. Lu Youqing’s movements were fluid and elegant, but her eyes remained locked on Yan He, her upturned eyelids crinkling with a deep, unfathomable devotion.

For a moment, Yan He felt as if she could truly see it—a quiet campus night where two young women deep in love glided beneath the shadows and lights, slow-dancing a waltz of pure affection, filling the very air with sweetness.

In this freezing weather, Lu Youqing’s intense love acted like a roaring fire, setting Yan He’s heart ablaze. Suddenly, the words her mother, Yan Suyi, had spoken earlier flashed through her mind.

Marriage.

For the very first time, an overwhelming urge to marry Lu Youqing exploded in her mind, taking over her thoughts, her logic, and her entire being. It had nothing to do with her mother, and nothing to do with anyone else; she simply wanted to stay with Lu Youqing forever.

She wanted to marry her. She wanted to be able to proudly declare her relationship with Lu Youqing to the rest of the world. She wanted everyone on earth to know that Lu Youqing was her wife. The mere thought made her blood rush with excitement.

Lu Youqing had lost her parents and her sister. In her life, she had no one left except Yan He. She only has me.

Yan He stared at Lu Youqing, her amber eyes reflecting a profound love that she herself hadn’t fully recognized. It doesn’t matter if my memory never returns, she thought. Even if it’s gone forever, it doesn’t matter. We can spend the rest of our long lives building new memories together. I can listen to her tell me every detail of our past, piecing together our love story bit by bit.

As the dance concluded, Lu Youqing held Yan He’s hand high, letting her spin gracefully beneath the light, before bowing slightly in an elegant curtain call. When she lifted her eyes back to Yan He, they looked exceptionally beautiful under the lamplight, as if holding a clear, cool lake that could shelter all things. Her gaze rippled with deep emotion.

Yan He took a step forward and pulled her into a tight embrace, closing the distance between them instantly. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they could smell the identical scent of the shampoo on their skin. Lu Youqing looked at her with curved lips, her eyes sultry and alluring. Knowing exactly what Yan He wanted, she reached up, looped her arms around the back of Yan He’s neck, and leaned in to meet her lips with a smile.

Soft lips met, and a wave of sweetness flooded Yan He’s senses. Her heart skipped a beat. She wrapped her arms securely around Lu Youqing’s waist, closed her eyes, and proactively deepened the kiss.

The night grew deeper as the winter chill raged on. Beneath the solitary streetlamp, the shadows of the two locked figures stretched long and unbroken across the ground, fused together as if they would never separate again.

After having dinner later that evening, Lu Youqing and Yan He retired to the bedroom early to rest.

Lu Youqing had mentioned that back when she used to tutor Yan He at this house, she had always slept in the guest room next door. But given their current relationship, even if Yan He agreed, Yan Suyi would absolutely never allow Lu Youqing to sleep in the guest room. Under her mother’s watchful eye, the two walked into Yan He’s bedroom together.

Yan He’s room was on the second floor, featuring an extended balcony right outside the window—large enough for both of them to stand together and admire the winter moon.

The night was freezing, each winter day turning sharper than the last. Lu Youqing leaned against the balcony railing, her arms crossed as she gazed at the moon. For once, she felt free from the heavy burden of her pretenses. She didn’t let herself worry about the possibility of Yan He recovering her memories, nor did she let that constant anxiety weigh on her chest. She simply let her mind go blank, thinking of nothing at all.

Suddenly, a soothing warmth draped over her shoulders. She snapped out of her thoughts and turned her head to see a soft blanket.

Having covered her, Yan He stepped up to stand beside her, taking her hands to warm them up. The wind was blowing in from the right, so Yan He positioned herself on Lu Youqing’s right side, effectively shielding her from the draft.

Lu Youqing stopped looking at the moon. Whenever Yan He was by her side, everything else in the world faded into a dull background; her eyes could only hold Yan He. The wind caught Yan He’s loose hair, revealing her sharp jawline, high brow bone, and perfect nose bridge. Lu Youqing had lost track of how long she had loved this woman, yet every single time she looked at her, her heart fluttered all over again.

It was as if her heart had been hardwired with a specific program: the moment Yan He appeared, a profound wave of love would automatically trigger.

“Let’s go back inside. It’s too cold out here,” she said, unable to bear the thought of Yan He freezing.

“Okay.”

The temperature inside the room was perfectly comfortable. Yan He took off her coat and set about clearing the bed. Her room had been kept exactly as it was before she left, and the mattress was crowded with stuffed animals, occupying at least a third of the space. Together, they gathered the plush toys and stored them in the closet.

The closet was filled entirely with clothes from Yan He’s eighteen-year-old self, including a few uniforms from Wucheng No. 1 High School. Practically none of them were wearable; they were too small for her now and didn’t fit either of their current tastes. Helpless, they had to bring their suitcases up from the car before they could finally change into their pajamas.

As Yan He adjusted the sheets and began to ponder how they were supposed to sleep with only one pillow, she was suddenly pushed backward onto the mattress. As her spine hit the bed, the slight chill made her shudder.

Lu Youqing was straddling her lap, her eyes full of allure, looking exactly like a little fox that had just pulled off a successful trick.

She was wearing one of Yan He’s shirts. The oversized fabric was loosely buttoned, and one side had slipped off her shoulder, exposing a large expanse of skin and her fair collarbone, hinting at the depths beneath. Sitting on top of Yan He like this, she rested one hand on her shoulder, their breaths entangling.

Yan He looked up at her in confusion. Lu Youqing simply extended her hand, her slender fingers cupping Yan He’s jawline, tracing it with a light, teasing touch. Her thumb pressed down on Yan He’s reddened lips, stroking them gently. Then she reached out with her other hand, and the sight of the black leather object she held made Yan He’s pulse quicken.

“Wait… you don’t want to do what we did the day before yesterday, do you?” Yan He quickly dodged her hand, placing her palm against Lu Youqing’s shoulder to keep some distance between them.

“Why not? Since we brought the equipment, aren’t we supposed to use it?” Lu Youqing knit her brows slightly, clearly dissatisfied with Yan He’s resistance.

“This is my childhood home! My mom is right downstairs. What if she hears us?” Yan He’s brows knit as she looked at the item in Lu Youqing’s hand, swallowing hard out of fear. The memories from two nights ago rushed back, and the ache around her neck felt instantly vivid.

“Don’t be scared. The soundproofing in this house is excellent,” Lu Youqing whispered, her eyes full of sultry charm as a smile played on her lips. She even used the leather item to lightly tap Yan He’s cheek.

The cool sensation snapped Yan He back to reality. “How do you know the soundproofing here is excellent?”

Lu Youqing chuckled. “Want to know how I know?” She leaned down until her lips were brushing Yan He’s earlobe, exhaling a soft puff of air. Sensing the shudder that traveled through the woman beneath her, she let out a low laugh, her breath smelling of orchids as she whispered,

“Then… kiss me.”