Across Time And Space 231 The Story Isn't Just A Story

Yang Yun frowned when he saw the change in her expression. He took Mingyue's hands in his and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Un," Mingyue nodded. Her grip on that brown leather book tightened. Then, she continued to flip through the book and stopped at another scene. At this time, the main characters in the book were in a relations.h.i.+p. They have met each other's family and were going to get married soon. This time, the boy got himself injured while he was in his mission. The physician could not do anything. Then, Jiang Mingyue volunteered to do a minor surgery for the boy.

From then on, Mingyue continued to read the book silently, while the black cat curled at her feet as if guarding her.

Yang Yun sighed when he saw that Mingyue was concentrating on the book. Half an hour has pa.s.sed, and it didn't look like Mingyue was about to stop reading anytime soon. Therefore, Yang Yun went back into the kitchen and brewed some tea.

When he came back with a tray of refreshment, Mingyue had put down the book on her laps, and she was seen ma.s.saging her temple.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yun put the tray on the coffee table and rushed towards Mingyue's side.

"I'm fine," Lin Mingyue said. "My eyes are a bit tired after reading for too long."

Yang Yun frowned. Of course, he did not believe her words. Earlier, he had seen how she had winced in pain. Yang Yun grabbed her hand to check on her pulse. Once he found that there was nothing wrong with it, Yang Yun let out a breath of relief.

"You're too worried," Mingyue pointed out. She forced a smile as another pain throbbing in her head. She did not know why, but the pain was starting to appear more frequent.

"You're my wife, if I don't worry about you, who should I worry about?"

Lin Mingyue stiffened when Yang Yun called her his wife. She wanted to say something about it, but Mingyue felt as if something got stuck on her throat. She can only look away as she suppressed both her shyness and excitement,

Yang Yun turned and grabbed a cup of tea for his wife. "Drink some."

Mingyue obediently took a few sips before she put it back on the table. Her eyes laid on the brown leather book on her laps. She closed the book and handed it back to Yang Yun.

"How-how was it?"

Lin Mingyue frowned as the thought of teasing him surfaced. But once she saw the anxious look on his face, the idea gradually vanished. A small smile appeared on her face, turning Yang Yun into a daze momentarily.

Throb!

She winced again at the throbbing pain in her head. She thought back to the story she had read. In the end, Jiang Mingyue disappeared, and the couple was separated. Lin Mingyue did not understand why Yang Yun would write something so sad.

"This is not the ending, right? Tell me there's going to be a continuation after the couple separated."

"Of course," Yang Yun nodded.

Hearing that the story has not ended yet, Lin Mingyue sighed in relief. She wanted to ask if the couple will someday meet again, but decided that she did not want any spoilers.

"You know," Mingyue turned her body to face him so that she could get a better look at his face. "This is an interesting story. I can see that you're a decent writer."

"Decent?"

Lin Mingyue laughed at his teasing smile. "Alright. Maybe a little talented." She rolled her eyes playfully at him. She laughed again when she saw the frown on his face.

Yang Yun looked up to study her face. A face he was so familiar with. Her gentle face. Her big, brown eyes. Her warm smile. Her laughing voice…Those red shades on her cheek that spread to her neck and ears when she gets embarra.s.sed.

"Yang Yun?"

He snapped out of his trance.

Lin Mingyue looked at him uncomfortably. The red specks on her cheek were starting to get visible. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shook his head and forced a smile. When Yang Yun looked at her face again, a mixture of emotion attacked him all at once. He wanted her to know that the characters in the story were them.

Yang Yun pursed his lips, then he said, "What if… What if I tell you that the story isn't just a story?"

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The story that you read," he spoke. "Everything I wrote in that brown book, what if I told you that everything was real? That you and Jiang Mingyue are the same person? That the nameless boy in the story was me?"

Lin Mingyue frowned when she felt another jolt of pain on her head. She recovered quickly and laughed. "You're joking, right?" her frown deepened when she saw that he didn't look like he was joking. "You're saying that this story," she gestured towards the brown leather book on the table. "Everything in here is real?"

Yang Yun nodded. 

Mingyue shook her head. "You're out of your mind."

"Mingyue…" his voice sounded pleading. "You have to believe me. Everything in there is real. You lost a part of your memory when you came to this world. I wrote this story to let you remember your past and everything."

Mingyue sighed exasperatedly. "First of all, I don't believe in reincarnation."

"I'm not saying anything about reincarnation."

"Then what?" she raised a brow. "Time traveling? Are you sure you haven't been watching too much sci-fi?" She pursed her lips when he didn't say anything. "Let's see," she took the book and flipped through the pages. "You're out of your mind." She stood up and leaned towards him to place her hand on his forehead.

He flinched. "What are you doing?"

"Checking to see if you had a fever," she said with a sigh. "But, you seem healthy."

"I'm not sick."

"I know."

"I'm not crazy." Yang Yun closed his eyes when she looked at him in doubt. He had been searching for her for years. And right now, the love of his life was standing right in front of him. But she doesn't seem to remember him. 

She lifted her hand, and her fingers rested on his cheek. "I like you, Yang Yun." She drew her hand and frowned. "But I don't understand why do you want to force me to accept this?" She closed her eyes briefly. "Sometimes, I wonder if you really love me, or am I just a subst.i.tute to someone you knew in your past."