Love Me Again, My Amnesiac Wolf King

Chapter 6

He had no desire to drink, and after taking just a sip of wine, he set it on the windowsill and stared blankly at the flowering tree outside.

He always felt as if he had forgotten someone very important, a crucial promise, but no matter how hard he tried to think, he just couldn’t remember. This often left him feeling frustrated.

Suddenly, a young woman in a tea-white gauze dress, holding a baby, rushed out from a narrow alley across the way. She was looking down, running in a panic, her face hidden from view, and her thick black hair was as dark as ink. The child in her arms had bright silver hair and was only dressed in a bellyband, crying incessantly.

Before running out of that alley, Sofia had seriously instructed her son, “Emir, you need to cry! The louder you cry, the more your father will feel heartache for you!”

Emir was quite clever and very skilled at pretending to cry. As soon as his mother finished speaking, he opened his mouth and let out a loud wail, though it was more like thunder without rain.

But for Sofia's plan, all that was needed was the "sound of thunder." She immediately pretended to be fleeing for her life, rushing out of the narrow alley while holding her son. A figure in black, wielding a sharp curved knife, followed closely behind, exuding an aura of danger and malice.

Sofia deliberately kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, all the while mentally assessing her direction and silently counting her steps. After running about twenty paces, she reached the center of the street, right in front of the window of the tavern. At that moment, she raised her head just enough to cast a desperate and helpless gaze at the silver-haired man standing behind the window. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glistened with tears, slightly reddened, appearing pitiful and vulnerable.

However, she only glanced briefly before quickly lowering her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling gently as two crystalline tears fell.

The essence of a fleeting glance lies in its brevity—one glimpse is all that's needed; any more would dilute the impact of the surprise. Sofia understood this subtlety well.

Will's breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat, and something fleeting crossed his otherwise blank mind but vanished instantly, leaving him unable to grasp it. Yet, the woman's figure was something he could capture; his gaze unconsciously fixated on her, even as he was unaware that he was staring blankly at a stranger.

What surprised Will even more was that the young woman rushed directly into the tavern, kneeling in the center of the hall with a thud, crying out for help from the people inside. She looked like a weeping beauty, making one feel pity for her.

Inside the tavern were rough men from the Tiger Escort, each priding themselves on their heroic spirit. Suddenly, an exquisite beauty appeared, kneeling and pleading for help—how could they ignore her? In the blink of an eye, more than half of the men inside had stood up with their weapons, each one looking righteous and fierce.

When Lilia burst through the door, she was a bit stunned, thinking, "Huh? Why are so many people competing with my brother? Is my brother really not participating? He can't just ignore this, right?"

Plans really can't keep up with changes!

Well, anyway, just stick to the plan… Lilia's eyes darkened, and with a fierce glint, she rushed toward Sofia while swinging her knife, slashing at her back with a murderous shout, "Go to hell!"

Sofia, filled with fear, closed her tear-filled eyes, bending over to protect her child with all her might. Her slender frame trembled uncontrollably, looking more pitiful than real.

Lilia was quite impressed by Sofia's acting; no wonder she could toy with her brother.

At that moment, the men inside the tavern rushed forward, determined to be heroes. They all tried to be the first to save her, but they were still a beat too slow. A long white figure shot through like lightning, stepping in front of the woman and her child just as the curved knife was about to strike.

The crowd heard a clang as the black-clad assassin's sharp blade shattered in an instant.

Not only were the Tiger Escort members stunned, but even Lilia was shocked. For at that moment, her brother was not wielding the world-renowned Shura Sword, but a simple iron sword whose hilt was merely wrapped in thin hemp rope. Yet the knife in Lilia's hand was forged from fine steel; it might not be unparalleled, but it was certainly capable of cutting through iron, and it had been severed in one blow.

It seemed that the Shura was not the sword, but the person.

Lilia immediately jumped back a step, following the original plan to retreat. However, after running out of the tavern, she suddenly remembered that she still had lines to deliver. She quickly stepped back, shot a cold smile at her brother, and gritted her teeth as she said, "You've ruined my plan. Just wait, I'll be back!" With that, she leapt away, disappearing without a trace.

Will intended to pursue her, but suddenly felt a tug at his hem. He looked down and found it was the young woman.

Sofia slowly raised her head, her eyes still brimming with tears, and her eyelids were now even redder. She could not hold back her sobs, and her fair, delicate cheeks were streaked with tears, resembling a pear blossom in the rain. However, the child in her arms, Emir had stopped crying; he was simply too tired from the act.

Will found it hard to withstand the woman's pitiful gaze, feeling flustered and distracted. Unconsciously, he slowed his breathing, his fists tightening and then loosening repeatedly.

But this was not in line with societal ethics. She had a child, which meant she must have a husband. How could he entangle himself with a married woman? That would be inappropriate.

Moreover, it was against the etiquette for a man and woman to have close contact. It was better for him to leave early to avoid unnecessary trouble. He still needed to go to the Wolf Realm.

Even though he remembered nothing, he had a strong feeling that someone was waiting for him in the Wolf Realm. That person was very important to him.

Will let out a soft sigh, lowering his gaze to Sofia. His tone and expression were as indifferent and cold as ever. "If you have no further matters, madam, I'll take my leave."

Sofia's delicate nose was flushed, and her long eyelashes were laden with trembling tears. Her cherry-red lips moved slightly as she murmured something, but her voice was too soft for Will to hear clearly. He leaned down, intending to listen up, but just as he did so, Sofia suddenly closed her eyes, swaying to the side, and fainted gently against his shoulder.