The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 431 - 324: True Heart Mirror (Part 2)

Tears welled up in her eyes without warning, mingling with grievances, relief, and a deep sense of bitterness.

Her sudden tears left the few men around her at a loss, momentarily panicking, just about to offer comfort.

Suddenly.

"Prove it to me."

Luna Sutton abruptly took out the Time Reversal Mirror from her system backpack and tossed it into the air, "Look at it, then talk about love after watching."

The mirror surface expanded into a screen of light, the light screen swirled, suddenly becoming clear.

Twelve years ago, The Lower Domain, at the original site of The Wolf Tribe, the back mountain.

A seven-year-old Mael Valerius was covered in blood, in his black Young Dragon form, curled up in a pile of damp dead leaves, his scales dark and dull, his small body covered in wounds, some so deep they exposed bone, bleeding profusely.

The loyal servant who once protected his master had long since died during the pursuit.

He had escaped all the way here, now completely out of strength and unable to even change forms.

He could only let out weak, fear-filled whimpers.

"Huh? There’s an ugly snake dying here."

A crisp, curious yet disdainful childlike voice sounded.

In the scene, a small female around five years old, clad in a delicately pretty Beast Skin Skirt, parted the bushes and crawled in.

She was as adorable as a snow jade sculpture, with incredibly bright eyes, precisely Luna Sutton in her childhood.

Which was the original host.

The original host was not dirty when she was little; on the contrary, she loved cleanliness and was very beautiful.

She squatted beside the nearly dead Young Dragon, poking at his cold scales with her little hand, "Hey, ugly snake, you’re bleeding a lot, very dirty."

The young original host pouted disdainfully.

Yet she still pulled out a handful of corrosive grass from her beast skin bag and clumsily applied it to the Young Dragon’s wounds.

"Aww—!"

The Young Dragon let out a shrill, distorted scream, his small body convulsing violently.

The Bone-Eroding Grass’s juice touched the wound, making a "sizzling" sound, instantly rising with white smoke, the flesh around the wound visibly charred black, curling, even more terrifying than the original blade wounds.

"Oh, don’t move."

The young original host furiously held him down, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks, "Mother said this herb can heal wounds, she said it’s very effective!"

The intense pain almost made the young Mael Valerius faint, his dark gold vertical pupils dilated in agony.

The original host seemed frightened, cried even harder, louder, "Woo... why are you screaming so loud... looks so painful... I didn’t mean it... waa-aa-aa..."

She cried more wretchedly than the injured dragon, her tears and snot covering her face, as if she herself were the one injured and pained.

The young Mael Valerius, in agony and dizziness, only saw the little female who covered him with "poison," causing him pain as if to die.

At this moment, she was squatting beside him, crying as though the sky was falling, as if she had suffered the greatest grievance.

His heart burned inexplicably but lacked the strength to rage, instead finding it absurdly comical.

The scene shifted,

The original host was chasing behind the "Little Black Snake" with a red Poison Fruit, "Don’t run, I’ve tasted it, it’s sweet."

The young Mael Valerius halted, turned around, and swallowed the red fruit in one bite, yet it caused his entire body to convulse with pain, and he soon fainted.

The original host was frightened into wailing, her face full of tears and snot, hurriedly carrying the "Little Black Snake" to find a witch doctor.

Watching the scene unfold, Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, and others all bore strange expressions.

They truly didn’t know why Mael Valerius (cousin) liked that original host?

She was simply a vile little liar, wasn’t she?

Could it be that Mael Valerius had masochistic tendencies, liking to be deceived, liking to be tormented?

The scenes within the Time Reversal Mirror continued.

They mostly consisted of the original host’s various pranks on Mael Valerius, yet, oddly, no matter how the original host tormented him, he silently endured and perversely grew fond of her.

He even secretly dealt with those females in the tribe who bullied and envied the original host.

Mael Valerius was like someone struck by the most violent lightning, frozen instantly in place.

He stared hard at that little demon crying more wretchedly than he, the victim, on the screen, his mind blank.

This was the one from deep within his memory, the one who gave him warmth and hope in his despair.

The one for whom he willingly became a Frenzied Beast, even went so far as to break the marriage contract with The Phoenix Clan, causing chaos throughout The Dragon Clan, a little female he had idealized for twelve years?

Perhaps it was the lack of memory, yet he could now see the problem with clarity.

The warmth, hope, and deep emotional connection he thought he had were nothing but malicious pranks and farcical incidents.

Coupled with the long separation, the Phoenix Clan marriage contract, his father’s firm attitude of forcing it upon him, and his inherent stubbornness amplified this romanticization.

Gradually transforming into a love he believed was deep, even leading to those crazy actions.

The screen of the Time Reversal Mirror suddenly shifted.

It showed the scene of Luna Sutton, after giving birth and becoming ugly, stumbling around and encountering The Mad Dragon in a cave.

Then Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, and others appeared one after another, and scenes of their battles unfolded.

What happened afterward, Corbin and the others didn’t need to watch to know.

Only the amnesiac Mael Valerius watched intently.

At the first encounter in the cave, he was a Frenzied Beast, choking her in madness, ecstatically thinking she was that little female.

Also, The Sorceress’s words before her death stirred doubts and various tests in him.

Once doubts were resolved, he officially became her sixth Beast Husband, deeply in love, passionately sweet, entangled under the moon.

Secretly listening on Aerock, discovering the truth of her identity by chance, and his subsequent rage.

That line: Impostor, wandering soul, enjoying my love in the guise of my beloved, frenziedly screaming to extract a soul...

Every frame cut like a knife into Mael Valerius’s heart.

"So that’s how it is..."

His golden eyes trembled, and his lost memories surged back like a tide.

Suddenly he knelt on one knee, clutching his aching head.

The severed memories, twisted emotions, and truth tore at his mind.

Finally settling on Luna Sutton’s pale face as she bit his arm during childbirth.

"Do you understand now?"

Luna Sutton lay on a pile of straw, looking at him with a complex and weak expression, "You’ve always been obsessed with a childhood illusion."

She gently caressed the two Dragon Eggs, "When the little ones break the shell, take them back to The Dragon Clan."

Though she was reluctant, she couldn’t forget the harm done.

"Luna, I’m sorry."

Mael Valerius suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, his eyes bloodshot, "I was blinded by obsession before, didn’t truly understand what love is. But after losing my memory, I realized I love you, not her."

His voice grew hoarser, "What I said is true. If you’re still not satisfied, you can extract my soul, you can do whatever you want, is that okay?"