Chapter 3: An Incompetent Wife?

Stars scattered outside the window, and the night was gentle.

Inside the room, the warm orange lamp glowed hazily.

Molly had removed her white dress and changed into a thin nightgown, but she hadn’t taken off her white stockings.

Perhaps she had forgotten, or perhaps she felt that this… was better.

Her legs were long, and their shape was perfect.

She lay quietly on the bed, her legs pressed together obediently.

Her fair, tender cheeks were flushed with an alluring crimson, and her clear, misty eyes gazed unblinkingly at Yuexue.

Molly was on the bottom, and Yuexue was on top.

A few strands of blonde hair fell into her clean collarbone, tickling Molly slightly.

Shyness and anticipation were hidden in the depths of Molly’s eyes.

“Yuexue… tonight, can we try Magic Fusion?”

Her voice was soft, but incredibly serious.

She was waiting for Yuexue’s response.

Magic Fusion was the most intimate and sacred ritual between witches, where their souls and powers completely merged.

It was also the necessary method for them to conceive offspring.

Yuexue had never performed Magic Fusion with her.

Perhaps tonight was a good opportunity.

The figure of Lin Lue surfaced in Molly’s mind, but it quickly flashed away.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said in her heart.

From now on, she only wanted to love her wife.

She wanted to love Yuexue.

She wouldn’t go looking for Lin Lue anymore.

Yuexue was currently wearing a thin, well-tailored cheongsam that perfectly outlined her graceful and exquisite curves.

Her blonde hair was brilliant, and her golden eyes burned as she stared down at Molly.

If Molly was an untainted, pure white jasmine flower, then Yuexue was a passionate and enchanting rose.

She coiled around Molly, staining that purity with her own color.

Toes gripped the increasingly wrinkled bedsheets, and heartbeats slowly synchronized…

The temperature in the bedroom began to rise.

Ambiguity flowed through the air.

Even the moon outside the window shyly hid behind the clouds.

Yuexue looked at the expectant Molly before her.

Her delicate neck moved as she swallowed, and her red lips parted slightly.

“Molly…”

Molly nodded, her watery eyes curving into crescents.

She reached out her arms to embrace her wife.

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Molly is right here.”

“Yuexue can do whatever she wants to Molly.”

Everything they hadn’t done before would be made up for tonight.

The atmosphere was perfect.

Molly was nervous.

‘How long has it been?’ she thought.

‘Am I finally about to experience it for the first time?’

Wait! Yuexue, why do you have that expression?

Molly noticed that Yuexue’s expression was a bit strange.

Struggle flickered between her brows, causing Molly’s heart to gradually sink.

Her smile became forced, and the corners of her eyes began to redden.

“Yuexue, you… you aren’t going to say no again, are you?”

Yuexue didn’t speak.

She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips in silence.

The light in Molly’s eyes dimmed bit by bit.

She bit her lip hard.

Her raised hands fell back down, her fingertips clutching the white sheets tightly.

Seeing her disappointed look, Yuexue’s heart twinged sharply, filled with bitterness and guilt.

She wanted to explain, she wanted to comfort her, but the words were stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

Silence, like a cold tide, slowly flooded the room.

Just then, the communicator on Yuexue’s wrist suddenly lit up urgently.

The piercing alert tone shattered the silence and the ambiguity.

With a light pinch of Yuexue’s fingertips, a translucent blue light window expanded in the air.

On the other end of the screen, a woman looked anxious, her voice panicked.

“Captain Yuexue! Another Fallen Witch is causing trouble! We request immediate backup!”

In the background, explosions continued one after another.

Flames soared into the sky, and buildings were shaking violently.

Witches who fell into negative emotions like despair, resentment, and pain would mutate into terrifying monsters.

They were targets that had to be eliminated.

Yuexue’s face darkened.

She stood up, and with a flick of fire, she magically added more fabric to her cheongsam.

Her white, slender legs were encased in black stockings inch by inch.

Stepping into her high heels, she walked toward the door.

“Molly, I have an emergency mission.”

“So tonight…”

“Yuexue!”

Molly interrupted her, suddenly sitting up.

Her voice carried a sob as she reached out to pull her.

“Don’t go!”

Yuexue merely paused her steps.

Faced with her wife’s plea, she ultimately… did not look back.

The door was closed.

It was very quiet, but it felt like a heavy hammer smashing against Molly’s heart.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Molly knelt blankly on the bed, staring at the closed door, not moving for a long time.

She raised her hand and clenched it into a fist, wanting to smash the bed to vent the grievances piled up in her heart.

But years of good upbringing and the dignity and quietness carved into her very bones made it impossible for her to even vent.

In the end, she didn’t strike the bed.

Molly gave a self-mocking laugh.

The sound was so light it was almost inaudible, filled with desolation.

Her body swayed as she collapsed back onto the bed, letting the collar of her nightgown fall loose to reveal her collarbone.

She stared blankly at the white ceiling, her eyes hollow.

After an unknown amount of silence, she slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on the bedside cabinet.

She propped herself up and crawled over bit by bit, opening the cabinet door to pull a photo frame from the very back.

Inside the frame was a photo taken on the day she and Yuexue entered their marriage contract.

The two of them were huddled together, smiling with a happiness so bright it seemed as if only the two of them existed in the world.

At that time, they were a couple everyone envied.

Drip, drip…

Tears fell one by one onto the smooth surface of the frame, sliding down the glass and reflecting a cold light under the chilly moon.

Tears blurred the photo and her face.

Her head hung low, hiding her expression.

“Why… why did it turn out like this…”

“Why are you always avoiding me…”

“Do you… not love me anymore?”

“Have you… grown tired of me?”

Molly murmured to herself, sobbing in pain and sorrow.

Clearly, Yuexue had once told her so gently that she would love and protect her for a lifetime, never leaving her side.

She had clearly said she would never let Molly be sad.

Molly hugged the photo frame tightly to her chest.

Sadness submerged her like a tide.

Holding onto those beautiful memories, she curled up on the bed.

Gradually, she fell into a deep sleep.

Un-dried tears still hung from the corners of her eyes, shimmering with a crystalline light under the moon.

She looked like a porcelain doll covered in cracks, ready to shatter.

—

The dawn chased away the night, spilling over the scorched earth.

Broken walls and scattered magic fragments… all spoke of how tragic last night’s battle had been.

Yuexue slowly stood straight.

Cold ice crystals and dancing flames flickered alternately at her fingertips.

Her long blonde hair was so dazzling in the dawn that it was impossible to look at directly.

She briefly straightened the slightly messy hem of her cheongsam and looked at the corpse that had completely turned to ash before her, letting out a long breath.

A woman in an officer’s uniform walked over quickly, her tone full of admiration.

“Captain Yuexue, if it weren’t for you, we would have suffered heavy losses. Thank you so much.”

“It is my duty,” Yuexue said calmly.

The woman looked at the surroundings that had been leveled to the ground, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, “Your attacks just now seemed even more… sharp than usual. Is something bothering you?”

“I’m going back first.”

Yuexue turned and left.

The woman watched her retreating figure, filled with emotion.

“Captain Yuexue is truly beautiful and powerful.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I want to become a powerful witch like Captain Yuexue too!”

“And then marry a gentle and intellectual beautiful wife, right?”

Her colleagues walked over, looking at Yuexue’s distant back with envy.

Beautiful, powerful, and omnipotent! That was the impression they had of Yuexue.

—

Yuexue remained silent all the way to her front door.

Standing before the door, she stopped.

Her hand hovered over the door handle, not daring to press it down.

Eventually, she withdrew her hand and leaned against the cold wall, her body slowly sliding down until she was sitting disheveled on the floor.

Her long blonde hair was scattered and messy.

Her composure and strength had vanished without a trace.

She was nervous—more nervous than when she faced the terrifying and powerful Fallen Witch last night.

And she was uneasy.

She looked up, blankly watching the sun rising in the sky.

The light made her squint slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a self-mocking smile.

She spread her palm, and the two extreme magics of ice and fire danced quietly at her fingertips.

She was a Dual-Element witch, a Great Witch, and even an outstanding one among Great Witches.

But what did strength matter?

She couldn’t even be honest with the person she loved most.

Molly was a rare Space Attribute witch with extremely high talent, but her magic came with a strong destructive tendency and was incredibly unstable.

Yuexue had secretly visited many institutions and checked countless times.

It was almost impossible for the two of them to have a child of their own.

The problem wasn’t with her; it was with Molly.

Could she let Molly know?

No.

She knew Molly’s personality too well.

If Molly knew, she would surely fall into self-blame and internal conflict…

When she proposed, she had held flowers and promised personally that she would love and protect Molly for her whole life, never letting her suffer the slightest grievance.

So.

As long as Molly believed that everything was Yuexue’s problem, that Yuexue was the one escaping… that would be enough.

She would keep this secret hidden.

Lin Lue had once advised her that some things were better if spoken aloud, as she and Molly were an intimate married couple.

But Yuexue thought about it and shook her head.

Some truths were too cruel.

Her Molly was so soft, so fragile.

How could she bear to let her suffer such a blow?

Yuexue took a deep breath, suppressing the awkward and heavy emotions in her eyes, and slowly stood up.

She gently pushed open the front door.

Inside, warmth rushed toward her.

In the living room, Molly was wearing a clean apron, her long hair tied in a gentle housewife style.

Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw Yuexue entering, immediately offering a smile.

“You’re back. You must be exhausted. Sit down and rest; breakfast is almost ready.”

“…Okay.”

Yuexue looked at her gentle and moving smile and pursed her lips.

No, she couldn’t say it.

In her heart, she softly told herself:

‘I have to hide it well. I’ll hide it for a lifetime.’

They gathered around the table and began to eat.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

It was as if it had never occurred.

—

In the Lower District, in front of a small, dilapidated rental house.

“When exactly are you going to pay this month’s rent?”

The landlady had her hands on her hips.

She had a bloated figure, and her small eyes scanned Lin Lue up and down with obvious greed.

“I’m telling you, Little brother Lin Lue, as long as you agree to spend one night with me, I can waive this month’s rent for you.”