Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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—Goodbye, My Bride—
The last sentence rang out softly, like the wind entering your ears, then vanishing like smoke.
The rhythm of the Red Moon began again, light and ethereal, yet inexplicably evoking a sense of tragic grandeur and desolation, like the sudden change in the sky’s crimson moon, the city filled with death, and blood dripping silently.
The sun and moon changed, the stars shifted, the ancient town transformed into modern construction, and people forgot the ancient legends, even more so, the history that had unfolded in this small town.
Only the crimson moon, occurring once every hundred years, was recorded by generations, becoming a unique feature of this small town.
No one knew what each hundred-year cycle represented, only the group who witnessed this ancient history.
“Ahhhhh!”
Ding Hong cried out in anguish.
She struggled desperately, trying to break free from the embrace that held her captive.
“Don’t move, let me hold you for a while.”
As soon as Yue’s voice rang out, her body froze.
Then she trembled violently. “Why did you do this? Why did you do this?”
“Because I promised you.” This fox spirit, who had regained his memories and emotions, still stubbornly maintained his pride even on his deathbed.
Ding Hong couldn’t laugh. “I don’t want it! Take your heart back!”
“Then I won’t be able to find you.”
“Let me find you… I will definitely find you…”
“I don’t believe you.”
Ding Hong struggled violently, unexpectedly breaking free.
She looked down blankly, seeing his hand turning into ash.
Without a hand, how could he restrain her?
Just a moment ago, Ding Hong was struggling to break free from his embrace, but now she frantically reached out to grab his hand, only to grasp a fragment like phosphorescent fire.
“No! Don’t—!”
“You’re so foolish, what if you can’t find me?” Yue smirked, her smile truly wicked. “What if you get killed again? Waiting is such a tedious thing.”
“Stop talking, please, stop talking!”
Yue fell silent, silently watching the woman before him, who was almost driven to madness.
“I’ll give it back to you, as long as I give you back my heart, that’s enough, right?” Ding Hong stumbled to her feet and ran towards the kitchen.
But she hadn’t even taken two steps before her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest in spasms. “Waaah—!”
Was this excruciating pain, this feeling of wanting to die, actually what Yue was feeling now?
So, was that heart-pounding excitement she felt when they were together before also Yue’s feeling?
So that’s how it is!
When he was angry, she would feel a tightness in her chest.
Even though he had a cold face, she could tell whether he was happy or just spacing out.
With just a glance from him, she knew which dish he wanted to eat and what flavor he disliked.
As long as he was by her side, she felt at ease. Deep down, she knew anyone could hurt her, but he wouldn’t!
This was his heart! This was his emotion! It was all reflected back onto her!
—How do you feel right now?
It’s beating fast, fast, and it hurts so much.
Yue?
Just like you.
How could that be?
Because my heart is with you.
—So that’s what that sentence meant.
My heart is with you…
His heart is with her!
Yet just a moment ago, she was still doubting whether this person had even a little bit of affection for her, even if it was just a little bit.
“No…”
Her heart ached so much that she felt completely drained.
Yue, a meter away, was also motionless, half of his body burned, his face expressionless, his eyes red.
“It’s a promise…”
“I won’t leave you.”
Before he could finish the last word, his figure completely cracked and cremated, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
Ding Hong frantically reached out to grab but grasped nothing.
“Ahhhhhh—!” Her heart-wrenching cries tore at everyone’s hearts.
She cried hysterically, completely losing her composure, even banging her head against the ground.
The dull thud made every viewer in front of their computer scream and then Ding Hong in the drama fainted.
The end credits music slowly began, accompanied by the sound of an ambulance, and the names of the director and lead actors appeared on the screen.
At this moment, everyone who saw the director’s name looked at him with the resentment of someone looking at an enemy, and the girls who were crying their eyes out cursed.
“Holy crap! Is that it? Xu Wanjun, come out here! I promise I won’t kill you!”
“Don’t leave the company! What happened to the perfect ending? What happened to the happy ending?”
“Waaaaah! I don’t want to live anymore, I don’t want to live anymore, I don’t want to live anymore, I’ll drag that damn screenwriter down with me before I die!”
You thought that was the end? Well, as it turns out, the ending of “Red Moon” is not just that, it’s going to make you cry like a baby!
Finally, the names of the actors and crew appeared one by one on the right side of the screen until the very end, revealing that “Red Moon” had a final ending.
Ding Hong woke up in the hospital but forgot why she had been in a coma. After professional treatment by the doctors, it was confirmed that there were no problems with her body, and the doctors assured her that she had not lost her memory.
If she continued to make unreasonable demands for treatment and to try to regain her so-called “memories,” she would be sent to a mental hospital for examination.
Helpless, Ding Hong had no choice but to leave the hospital. She returned to her apartment based on her memory, and as soon as she arrived, tears streamed down her face.
“Why? Why do I feel so bad? What have I forgotten? What have I forgotten?” she murmured repeatedly but received no response.
Ding Hong suddenly went berserk, rummaging through drawers and cabinets, finding her diary in the drawer, and turning on her computer and phone.
On her phone were photos of her, but only of herself.
She wasn’t someone who liked taking selfies, was she?
Shouldn’t there be someone else in the direction she’s looking in the photo? But why is there nothing there?!
Nothing!
There was no one in the photo, and the diary was blank; it all seemed like a figment of her imagination.
Ding Hong found her ID card and bank card, boarded a train back to the school she attended last year, and went to ask her former classmates one by one.
“Do you know someone? There should be another person in these photos, right? He must have come to school with me?”
“No, I remember you were always alone until you left school, without even a close friend.”
“Ah! I took this photo. I never thought this pose was funny before; it looks like there really is someone else there, haha.”
“Don’t scare me! It’s just you!” Everyone confirmed that they only knew Ding Hong and that there was no one else. Being questioned by so many people, Ding Hong felt she should wake up; perhaps the erased ‘memories’ were just her imagination.
However, she couldn’t help but keep searching for that non-existent memory. Just as she was about to leave the city after finding nothing, she was unexpectedly confessed to by a former male classmate.
This classmate was handsome, from a good family, both gentlemanly and gentle— the perfect boyfriend, even a potential husband, in the eyes of many girls in school.
Ding Hong hadn’t expected him to confess to her; logically, she should have been happy and accepted.
“I’m sorry…” But what came out of her mouth without hesitation was rejection.
The handsome man opposite her was stunned, clearly not expecting this answer. “Why?”
Why? Ding Hong herself looked confused. She gently clutched her chest, feeling that doing so made her breathing much easier and more comfortable.
“Don’t cry. Is there some problem you can’t solve? Tell me, I can help you!” The man seemed a little flustered.
Cry?
Ding Hong touched her face again, only to find it was already covered in tears.
She paused, then laughed, shaking her head and saying, “Because I already have a lover.”
As soon as she said this, her expression suddenly lightened, and her tear-streaked smile shone brightly, stunning the male classmate and countless male viewers.
“Whether he truly existed or not, he’s in my heart,” Ding Hong clutched her chest. “Whether it’s delusion or insanity, it doesn’t matter. Even if I don’t remember what he looks like, it doesn’t matter. I know he remembers him, and that’s enough.”
“Thank you for confessing to me,” Ding Hong smiled, “but you can’t give me that feeling of my heart beating.”
The man stared blankly at her smiling face, unable to give up easily. “Can he? That non-existent guy?”
“Yes, he can!” Ding Hong’s eyes lit up when she mentioned him, tears welling up, filled with a sorrowful tenderness. She softly said, “Just thinking about him makes my heart race.”
“…”
The ending showed Ding Hong boarding a train and leaving.
When the end credits rolled, every viewer in front of their computer realized that this was truly the end.
An eerie silence descended upon the comment sections of each video player, a stark contrast to the usual deluge of comments that flooded the screens immediately after a show ended.
However, only the technical staff at Fenghuang Entertainment and the various video players knew just how rapidly their traffic was growing, increasing at breakneck speed every second.
Three or four minutes later, viewers seemed to finally realize what was happening. Instead of commenting on the video players, they instinctively flocked to the Weibo accounts of Si Huang, Jiang Yajing, Xu Wanjun, Yu Xi, and others.
The drama fans, still heartbroken for their idols, couldn’t bear to blame them, but they needed to vent their pent-up frustration. So, who should they vent on?
Once again, the fans instinctively chose Xu Wanjun, the author, screenwriter, and director of “Red Moon”!
Today, Xu Wanjun also enjoyed a moment of glory, ranking among the top five trending topics on Weibo.
But anyone who visited his Weibo would be met with a terrifying wave of resentment.
“Come out! You’re capable of writing this kind of ending, and if you are, why don’t you show your face? {Angry} {Angry} {Angry}”
“Come out! I promised I wouldn’t kill you, okay? (Don’t look at the bricks hidden behind me)”
“Come out! You deceived my feelings, made me cry my eyes out, how am I supposed to go out and face people tomorrow? How am I supposed to go on a date?!”
“Come out! Give Yue back to me! Give him back to me! It’s fine if he’s dead, but how dare you let everyone forget him, you bast**d!”
The floors were getting higher and higher, and the tacit “Come out” scared Xu Wanjun so much that he didn’t dare to come out at all. He had originally planned to post a Weibo announcement to celebrate the completion of “Red Moon”, but now that he saw the darkness under her Weibo post, he couldn’t utter a single word.
He made a call to the security department of Fenghuang Entertainment. “Hello, Captain Quan? Yes, this is Xu Wanjun. The bodyguards you arranged for me can come now. Yes, starting today!”
After hanging up, Xu Wanjun couldn’t help but check the final popularity of “Red Moon,” feeling a bittersweet mix of emotions.
It was fantastic that his first work had achieved such success; anyone would be happy. However, the aftereffects were also quite unpleasant!
Now that “Red Moon” was over, Xu Wanjun, who had finally given himself a break, wanted to share his feelings.
He searched through his phone’s contacts and finally dialed the number of his good friend, neighbor, childhood sweetheart, and best friend, Yu Xi.
The phone rang twice before Yu Xi’s sophisticated voice came through, “Hello, this is Si Huang’s manager, Yu Xi. How can I help you?”
As a longtime friend and brother, Xu Wanjun immediately noticed the hoarseness in Yu Xi’s voice. “Are you sleeping? You don’t even remember my number?”
There were a few seconds of silence on the other end, followed by Yu Xi’s irritable voice, “Are you out of your mind, or are you just bored and lonely and need some kind of torture? What time is it? I flew here, just finished work, and finally got some sleep. Why the hell are you bothering me?”
“…” Xu Wanjun was silent.
He knew Yu Xi was genuinely upset; otherwise, he wouldn’t have shown such a sharp tongue.
“Red Moon has ended,” he said dryly.
“I know,” Yu Xi replied dryly as well.
The two remained silent for three or four seconds.
Xu Wanjun then said, “Goodnight.”
The call was then disconnected with a beep.
Although the call wasn’t very smooth, Xu Wanjun still felt somewhat healed. Having someone to talk to about “Red Moon,” even just a sentence, was nice.
However, Xu Wanjun soon realized that Yu Xi wasn’t healing him but rather causing him depression!
On Weibo, Yu Xi updated with a new post:
[Yu Xi V: @Xu Wanjun\This guy prepared the bodyguards he’d be using two months ago, which shows he knows the extent of public outrage he would cause. Those who want to stake out the company shouldn’t do it at the company entrance or on the main street; find something more discreet, you know what I mean.]
A flood of fan comments followed: “I know!” “Xiao Yu is putting family aside for the greater good!” “Great job of separating public and private matters!” “Xiao Yu has turned evil!” etc.
Watching the Weibo situation from Fenghuang Entertainment, Xu Wanjun wondered if he should ask his assistant to help tidy up the office and spend the next few days there.
Today’s events also taught him a lesson: brothers can’t be trusted, and don’t be too quick to stab someone in the back!
He didn’t know that his drama was not only a hit among the general public but also a sensation in Beijing’s high society circles.
Several of the men who inspired fear in others were actually fans of the show.
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