Chapter 102: Real Amnesia? Fake Amnesia?

However, Isayat’s eyes held a hint of vacancy, a hint of vigilance, and even… a hint of strangeness.

She looked at the tearful, fanatical woman before her, her brows furrowing slightly.

Her voice held the hoarseness of one just waking up and a trace of undetectable coldness.

“Who are you?”

“…”

Ling Xiya’s hand froze mid-air, and the smile on her face instantly solidified.

Those three words were like three poisoned ice picks stabbing deep into her heart, shattering all the hope and joy she had just ignited.

“Master… you… what did you say?”

Ling Xiya could not believe her ears.

Her voice trembled with a hint of begging.

“I’m Xiya! Ling Xiya! Your Xiya! Do you not recognize me?”

Isayat’s gaze grew more confused.

She even shrank back slightly, avoiding Ling Xiya’s overly close breath.

Her tone was distant and cold.

“Ling Xiya? I don’t know you. Where is this? What have you done to me?”

‘Amnesia! She actually has Amnesia!’

A massive wave of loss and panic submerged Ling Xiya like a tide.

She had given everything to awaken her, yet this was the result?

‘She forgot everything between us? Forgot that I am her only one? No! I won’t allow it!’

The ecstasy on Ling Xiya’s face quickly faded, replaced by a collapse into despair, followed by an even deeper, more manic Possessiveness.

Looking at Isayat’s clear eyes that were filled with nothing but unfamiliarity, the string in her heart called “reason” snapped completely.

She didn’t recognize her?

It didn’t matter.

She was afraid of her? It didn’t matter.

As long as she was alive and by her side, everything could start over.

This time, she would not give her any chance to forget her again!

Ling Xiya’s gaze bit by bit became cold, paranoid, and… insane.

That look caused the newly “awakened” Isayat’s heart to stir slightly.

A trace of satisfaction from Isayat’s Plan succeeding quietly flickered through her, but on the surface, she maintained her vacancy and vigilance.

Ling Xiya slowly, very slowly, revealed a smile.

It was beautiful, yet it carried a spine-chilling coldness.

She reached out—this time, it was no longer a gentle caress, but an irresistible force.

She gripped Isayat’s chin, forcing her to look at her.

“You don’t know me? It’s fine.”

Ling Xiya’s voice was as soft as a lover’s whisper, yet every word carried icy determination.

“You will know me, Master. You will get to know me again, and you will only know me. From today on, there can only be one person in your world—me. I will make you look at me, and only at me. I will lock you firmly by my side; you won’t be able to go anywhere. The Demon King’s castle… no, here, or any place where it is just the two of us, will be your cage and our eternal home.”

Ling Xiya’s smile grew more radiant, but the madness in her eyes intensified.

She leaned down and pressed a cold, overbearing kiss onto Isayat’s smooth forehead.

“Master, my baby, my only one… welcome back. Now, you belong to me alone. Forever.”

Isayat watched the unconcealed desire for imprisonment and Possessiveness in Ling Xiya’s eyes, her heart filled with cold laughter.

Isayat’s Plan was proceeding perfectly.

Her female lead, Ling Xiya, had completely fallen into the manic abyss of “love” she had meticulously woven.

And she, Isayat, would be the only light in this abyss, as well as the only jailer.

She gently closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, only pure, dependent fear remained, perfectly catering to Ling Xiya’s twisted protective desire.

“You… don’t come any closer…” she said timidly, her voice trembling.

This was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Ling Xiya’s heart was instantly filled by that frail appearance.

She suddenly pulled Isayat into a tight embrace, her strength so great she nearly crushed her.

“Don’t be afraid, Master, don’t be afraid.”

Ling Xiya’s voice was so tender it could melt, yet it carried an unquestionable power of control.

“With me here, no one can hurt you. I will protect you with everything I have… including locking you up.”

Inside the small house, darkness descended again.

Manic love and cold calculation intertwined, composing a desperate and twisted love song belonging only to the two of them.