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Unforgettable Bond
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The cold moonlight draped over him like a thin veil, softly cascading onto his dark blue robe, further accentuating his desolate and lonely figure.
In his arms lay a woman, her complexion pale as paper, resembling a withered orchid. If it weren't for the vivid crimson streak of blood at the corner of her mouth, starkly reminding him of the cruel reality, he might have momentarily believed she was merely sleeping peacefully.
“ Wandie, do you truly hate me so much?” His voice was hoarse and choked, like sandpaper scraping against itself, filled with endless pain.
His eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion etched deeply into his features.
She hated him so fiercely that she would rather forsake her life than become his woman.
At this thought, his broad palm clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as he suddenly slammed it against the wall beside him. The dull thud echoed like a blow to his own heart.
“Master!” The people around him exclaimed in unison, their voices laced with concern.
But this outcry ignited a fire within him, causing his anger to flare even more. He irritably waved his hand, dismissing all attendants and servants, leaving the room in an instant silence, with only him and her remaining.
The doors and windows here were tightly sealed with sturdy wooden planks, impenetrable and shrouded in darkness.
The room was filled with various types of orchids, their elegant and fragrant aroma permeating every inch of the air. That scent seemed to carry her unique essence, possessing a peculiar magic that made it almost suffocating.
This was the place where he had once imprisoned her, a cage that had made her life unbearable, and also the sorrowful ground where he buried his own heart.
Fortunately, this had now become her resting place. Tang Wandie was destined to belong to him in this lifetime; even in death, she could only belong to him.
A year ago, in Jiuxiang Town.
The aroma of wine filled the air, and as the name suggests, this unassuming town in Jiangnan was renowned for its brewing.
Among them, the Tang family, known for their winemaking heritage, stood out the most.
Everyone praised that the Tang family's specially crafted wine was not only rich and mellow but also carried a faint fragrance of orchids, making it a top-quality drink.
Old Master Tang even gave this wine a poetic name—You Lan.
Equally famous as the Tang family's You Lan Wine was Miss Tang Wandie.
It was said that Miss Tang was exceptionally talented, skilled in mixology, and had a deep affection for orchids.
Such a legendary woman and such intoxicating wine naturally attracted numerous merchants and young masters from wealthy families. Jiang Haotian was one of them.
He saw great potential in the development of the Tang family's You Lan Wine and was captivated by Wandie's reputation. Thus, he personally traveled to Jiuxiang Town to discuss with Old Master Tang, hoping to sign a contract to distribute You Lan Wine across the country.
On that day, the banquet was lively and filled with merriment.
Wandie, following her father's instructions, sat uneasily beside Jiang Haotian.
The man’s gaze was intense and bold as he looked at her, making his thoughts unmistakable to anyone, especially to the ever-shrewd Old Master Tang.
However, Wandie was unaware that Jiang Haotian's first encounter with her had not been at Tang Manor, but rather six months ago at Pure Orchid Studio.
Pure Orchid Studio was renowned for its unparalleled Orchids, a paradise for those who loved these flowers.
On that day, Jiang Haotian had personally gone to Pure Orchid Studio to select Orchids as a birthday gift for his Aunt, and by chance, he encountered Wandie, who was admiring the flowers in the gallery.
She wore a water-green dress, her figure light and graceful, standing among a row of pure white Orchids, resembling a celestial flower fairy—stunningly beautiful and captivating.
Of course, it wasn’t just Jiang Haotian who was enchanted by this scene; whispers of admiration floated through the crowd: “This Miss Tang truly is a remarkable beauty, like a goddess. Her presence outshines even these precious Orchids.”
With just a distant glance from the crowd, he remembered her name and her appearance.
Since then, on many nights, her figure lingered in his mind, an indelible impression. It felt as if they had known and loved each other in a past life; in this life, having entered the cycle of reincarnation and lost their memories, he could still recognize her at first sight.
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