On the Wedding Night - JENLISA

Flames of Destiny

Unfortunately, Lisa had already left and couldn’t hear those words.

Lisa was busy—busy eating, bathing, resting, and preparing for the next battle.

No one had ever heard of this “treatment method” before, nor had they ever seen it in action. But since it involved something as mysterious as a “curse,” Madam Manoban could only go along with it.

After all, the expert was still residing in their mansion.

Not to mention, this method was indeed showing results—Jennie’s fever had subsided, a compelling piece of evidence.

Now, the task was to awaken her.

The inner chamber was filled with a faint fragrance. Fresh flowers in a vase unfurled their vibrant petals. The door to the bathroom was open, and Lisa carried her sleeping beauty to bed, kneeling by her side. She gently brushed aside the long hair from Jennie’s ear, carefully examining her rosy face.

“Jen.”

Her voice was soft and tender, her lips parting and closing as she spoke words of affection. This was the Lisa that Jennie adored most when awake.

“I regret not protecting you better.”

“I know I was wrong.”

She should have offered her heart without reservation much earlier, instead of realizing its value only when she was about to lose it.

Lisa was filled with anxiety, fearing that Jennie might never wake up, and that this method might ultimately prove futile.

Lisa had achieved success at a young age without facing setbacks. She had navigated life smoothly all these years. But now, in front of the unconscious Jennie, her expression was fragile, like a delicate pear blossom.

A pear blossom falls onto the water; a wave crashes, and her entire being is submerged by the boundless sea.

A soft, gentle kiss landed on Jennie’s eyelids. Lisa gathered her strength, wrapping her arms around the overly soft waist.

Clothes fell away.

A vast expanse of whiteness was revealed.

Lisa’s face flushed bright red. Embarrassed, she touched her burning ears. She wanted to say something, but Jennie couldn’t hear her. Her throat tightened, and suddenly, she understood Jennie’s previous actions.

So this was what it felt like to do “bad things” behind someone’s back.

Her fingertips trembled as she restrained herself from touching Jennie. The moment she made contact, her soul was filled with a trace of sweetness.

Her eyes softened with affection.

No wonder Wife had pretended to be blind even after her spiritual eye opened on their wedding night.