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The Night I Was Drowned on My Wedding Day
墨書 Inktalez
On the night of my wedding, I was drowned in the river.
When I woke up, I found myself with a River God husband. He had the aura of a Celestial Being, but he was just out of reach.
Every night, I would gaze at his statue and confess my feelings for him, until one evening, he could no longer hold back.
"I can hear your true feelings," he said.
"What?"
He looked serious yet awkward. "You and I are from different realms; you must stop thinking about this."
I blushed deeply. "Do you think just because you're a god, you're untouchable? If I can't even hold your hand, why would I be thinking about you?!"
"The time has come—please, the bride should get into the sedan chair..."
A loud voice rang out, and before I knew it, I was bundled up like a rice dumpling and thrown onto a bamboo raft.
The raft floated down the river, but suddenly a fierce wind arose, capsizing it and plunging me into the icy water.
Water rushed into my mouth and nose, and just before losing consciousness, I felt a pair of hands grip my wrist.
Those hands were chillingly cold. Was it a water ghost coming to claim me?
After what felt like an eternity, I slowly regained consciousness, and the first thing that came into view was a handsome face looming over me.
"Ah—"
I screamed, and the "face" before me clearly flinched, retreating slightly.
I sat up and looked around. "Where is this place? Who are you?"
"River God Temple."
I stared at the person in front of me, a handsome young man whose body seemed to shimmer with a faint silver light.
"Did you... save me?"
"My name is Longyin. I live here."
A chill ran down my spine at his words.
I had grown up in this village and had never heard of anyone living in the River God Temple.
Thinking of this, I cautiously observed the "person" before me. He was different from us; not only was he surrounded by silver light, but his hands had felt so cold when he saved me.
Could it be that he is...
Panic surged through me as I struggled to escape.
"What are you trying to say with that expression? Don't worry, I'm not a ghost."
My anxiety deepened; how did he know what I was thinking?
He laughed at my reaction, as if he had found a bit of amusement in his otherwise monotonous days.
He deliberately looked up at the River God statue, and I followed his gaze. Huh? It looked a bit familiar.
I suddenly turned to him, "You? You can't be him...?"
Longyin remained silent, tearing off a chicken leg from the offerings and tossing it to me. "The room in the back is empty; you can stay there. Don't worry, no one here will bully you."
Just that one sentence made me crumble instantly.
Yes, what was I afraid of? Where could I run to?
I was a homeless orphan, and everyone said I had caused my parents' deaths, so I had endured disdain since childhood.
Then I grew up. At sixteen, the village invited a rainmaker who toiled for days and nights without bringing any rain. Instead, he claimed my fate was too strong and that keeping me in the village would bring disaster.
Later on, the villagers teamed up with my wicked uncle Aunt to bind me and use me as a sacrifice for the River God.
This village had been suffering from disasters for many years—either drought or flooding. They now pinned their hopes on me, saying that if the River God was satisfied with me as his bride, the village would enjoy favorable weather from then on.
I looked down at the chicken leg in my hand and then at Longyin. With a determined heart, I thought, who cares if he’s human or ghost?
He saved my life, which was far better than those in the village who wanted me dead.
I had not lived well since childhood and had learned to read situations adeptly.
Though Longyin was not human, since he meant me no harm, I was willing to stay here and make the best of it.
I set up a place for myself behind the River God statue in the River God Temple.
With the villagers no longer bothering me, I set up a vegetable garden in the backyard. When there was nothing to eat, I would go up the mountain to pick wild fruits and set traps.
I even asked Longyin to use the Silver Hairpin I wore when I "married" to exchange for money at the market, so I could buy some pots and bowls.
Longyin often appeared by my side unexpectedly while I was busy.
He watched as I arranged the River God Temple to feel like home, his brow tightly furrowed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him looking at me. I felt a bit scared but forced myself to meet his gaze.
He seemed to be tolerating me, and eventually softened his attitude, flicking his sleeve and disappearing. I let out a sigh of relief.
I had been living in the River God Temple for over two months, and my relationship with Longyin grew more familiar.
One day, as usual, I went to tend to the vegetable garden in the backyard. Longyin was half-reclining on a tree reading a book. I called out to him, "Can you help me water the plants?"
Under the scorching sun, Longyin remained still, merely glancing at me before snapping his fingers. A small cloud conveniently appeared above the garden.
Water poured down from the cloud, nourishing the vibrant green leaves of the vegetables.
Longyin said, "Here I am, a dignified river god, reduced to being ordered around by you every day to water a vegetable garden. How ridiculous."
I was startled and took a step forward to grab his hand.
Before he could react, I was already burned by his Celestial Aura.
I endured the pain and withdrew my hand, instead tugging at his sleeve. "Please don't be angry."
Longyin I never expected to be burned like this, yet I was not afraid of him; a gentle light flickered in my eyes.
"Let go!"
I was taken aback, and he sighed, "I'm not angry. I'm going to get you some medicine."
I smiled happily.
No one had ever cared whether I was hungry or in pain since I was little; Longyin was the first, even if he wasn't "human."
He was a god who had made a mistake in the heavens, while I was an ill-fated person in the mortal realm.
We could not touch. This time, being burned by his Celestial Aura took me a long time to heal.
Since then, Longyin kept a certain distance from me. Occasionally, when I bothered him too much, he would allow me to tug at his sleeve; that was our most intimate gesture.
One day, I prepared a meal and set out a pair of chopsticks for him as well.
"Longyin, how long will you stay here?"
"I don't know."
"Then how long have you been here?"
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