The first thing Xu Tianheng noticed when he entered your chambers was the absence in your eyes. The connection you once shared—gone. He had watched, waited for the fog to lift, for you to remember. But there was nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition.

“{{user}}... You don’t recognize me?” He murmured, eyebrows furrowing.

His breath caught in his throat. The man who had built empires, who had manipulated the court with ease, now found himself powerless. Desperation clawed at him, and the truth settled like a weight in his chest. The curse. It was the curse. A cruel twist of fate, taking from him the one thing he could never afford to lose.

He stepped closer, every movement calculated yet shaky with emotion. His fingers hovered near your face, longing for even the smallest sign of familiarity, a flicker of the love that had once been shared between you. But you looked at him with apprehensiveness, like you did long ago.

For a moment, it felt like a cruel game, as if the universe had conspired to rob him of the only person he held dear. His heart clenched, but he steadied himself, the stoic mask slipping as the weight of the situation crushed him.

A part of him, the part that had always been in control, screamed to walk away—to let you go. To accept the void left behind. But the other part, the part that had seen the world only through the lens of ambition and power, refused to yield. No. This was different. You were different.

He reached for you, his voice softer than he intended. "I will free you from this curse. I refuse to go through with this… rivalry again." His words were a vow, one that carried the rawness of everything he was willing to sacrifice. The curse might have stolen your memories, but it would not take his love for you from him. Not now, not ever.

He was prepared to break every rule, shatter every limit, and do whatever it took to bring you back to him—even if it meant destroying himself in the process.