After Losing My Memory, I Marked My Cold White Moonlight - Chapter 5

The expected pain never came. Before Luo Ning could figure out what was happening, her chin was seized roughly. Lin Yuan’s cool fingertips brushed against Luo Ning’s skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

It should have been a flirtatious gesture, but Lin Yuan executed it with utter disdain. She stared at Luo Ning without a word, the hatred in her eyes so palpable that even the background actors around them froze in discomfort.

Do these two have some unresolved history? What if things escalate live on air?

Even the DJ stopped the music, ready to intervene. The sudden silence in the club and the curious onlookers made everything feel so real that even the production crew wondered if they had overlooked screening the guests’ relationships.

Luo Ning gazed at Lin Yuan, who stood mere inches away, as if transported to another lifetime. The overwhelming chemistry between them made the air around them sear with tension.

Just as Luo Ning was about to speak, her eyes reddened again. A scalding tear, heavy with regret, splashed onto the back of Lin Yuan’s hand. Lin Yuan recoiled instantly, releasing Luo Ning.

Was Luo Ning insane? Why was she crying? It was Luo Ning who had concealed her alpha identity and left without a word back then. Now she was acting like the victim. She had always been good at using her looks to win sympathy and affection—some things never changed.

The moment Luo Ning saw Lin Yuan, an uncontrollable surge of emotions and fragmented memories flooded her mind, leaving her trembling.

She remembered the feel of Lin Yuan’s skin, the cool yet slightly husky tone of her voice, how hard it was to make her laugh—but once she started, she couldn’t stop. She remembered the subtle way Lin Yuan pressed her lips together when lying. So many memories rushed back all at once.

With those fragments came an overwhelming tide of emotions. Luo Ning harbored an unnatural obsession for Lin Yuan. The instant Lin Yuan appeared, Luo Ning’s fangs emerged instinctively—she wanted to bite her, mark her, pull her into an embrace, claim her as her own, gouge out every pair of eyes that dared to look at her.

There was only one last thing to confirm. A sliver of hope lingered in Luo Ning’s heart—maybe none of this was real. Maybe Lin Yuan had never been with her, maybe she had never hurt Lin Yuan, maybe there was still a one-in-a-million chance for a fresh start.

All she needed was to check for that mole on the back of Lin Yuan’s neck—the one that existed only in her memories, the one no one else had ever seen.

Luo Ning’s performance had no technique, only raw emotion. Yet to the audience, it seemed like her acting had improved dramatically—she held her own effortlessly against Lin Yuan, whose skills were widely acclaimed.

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, delivered a masterclass in acting—the kind professors would record and make students replay a hundred times.

She glared at Luo Ning, her expression shifting seamlessly from instinctive fury at their reunion, to bitter resentment over their past, and finally to the crushing disappointment of still being haunted by those memories. Through her eyes, the audience witnessed a love story that burned fiercely before fading into silence.

But Luo Ning, standing face-to-face with Lin Yuan, could no longer tell what was real and what was illusion.

In the end, all that remained in Lin Yuan’s eyes was disappointment. A single glance spoke volumes—it was the deathly stillness of a heart that had once burned fiercely, a sight Luo Ning had seen countless times in her dreams.

It was the hollow silence left behind after offering one’s true heart, only to be met with betrayal.

A belated sincerity was worth less than weeds, and delayed affection could never make up for the pain Luo Ning had once inflicted on Lin Yuan, nor could it compensate for the genuine devotion Lin Yuan had once entrusted to her.

Luo Ning’s stomach twisted violently, and in an instant, she was reminded of all she had done. Even now, her mind churned with ugly, insatiable desires.

The high compatibility between Lin Yuan and her sent her body temperature soaring, leaving her dizzy as if lost in clouds.

The alcohol she had just consumed churned in her stomach. Luo Ning pressed a pale hand to her abdomen, the metallic taste of bl00d rising in her mouth.

The alpha, who had once been so effortlessly confident in nightclubs, was now reduced to a pitiful figure with red-rimmed eyes.

But the omega wasn’t having any of it. “Get lost. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.” With that, Lin Yuan shoved Luo Ning aside and walked away from the first camera position.

Damn, I’m crying and the director still hasn’t called cut. As expected, Director Ai proves there’s no limit to how ruthless he can be.

Putting out a cigarette on her collarbone? Holy sh1t, so satisfying. I’d love to do that to my ex too.

Was it a real cigarette? That must’ve hurt so bad.

Prop cigarette!

Isn’t Luo Ning’s acting supposed to be her weak point? Are you kidding? This performance is god-tier. A remorseful alpha is the deadliest.

No way. Luo Ning doesn’t have this kind of acting skills. One hundred percent, there’s real history between them.

She must have loved her once, right? That look perfectly captured the death of hope.

Luo Ning’s first instinct was to chase after Lin Yuan, but the cameraman tracking her movements snapped her back to reality—she was still filming. Their first scenario task wasn’t finished yet. It wasn’t over.

Realizing that Lin Yuan’s reaction had just been part of the act, Luo Ning steadied herself. She considered the now-muddled plot and how to salvage it.

She stood still for a few seconds before suddenly lowering her head with a faint smile. The camera swiftly zoomed in for a close-up—the smile was unsettling, especially paired with the crimson tinge at the corners of her eyes. The pitiful vulnerability from moments ago had twisted into something obsessive and dark.

What weak alpha? It had all been an act to lure in her prey.

She lifted her gaze, staring in the direction Lin Yuan had gone, her expression brimming with sick infatuation. With that eerie smile still in place, she slowly wiped the tears from her face and strode after her.

Lin Yuan stood by a corner camera, a male extra speaking to her. Luo Ning approached quietly, her icy stare fixed on the man from behind Lin Yuan. Noticing her gaze, the extra raised his hands in surrender and wisely retreated.

Pale-faced, Luo Ning moved toward Lin Yuan. The closer she got, the more those dizzying symptoms returned, her mind clouding over once more.

A sliver of hope still lingered in her heart—maybe all of this was just a coincidence, a hallucination born from her amnesia. Maybe Lin Yuan was simply an omega she happened to adore.

She only needed to confirm one thing: whether the event that left no trace online, the one that existed solely in her memories, was real.

Lin Yuan stared at the motionless figure before her, irritably pulling a cigarette from her case and lighting it. The faintly mint-scented smoke wafted into Luo Ning’s face. “What? Haven’t had enough pain? Want more? Get lost!”

The two stood in confrontation, yet Luo Ning, despite being an alpha, appeared weak and pitiful.

Lin Yuan shoved Luo Ning hard, but Luo Ning seized her wrist in response. The smooth, radiant skin seemed magnetic, tempting one to leave marks upon it.

Holding Lin Yuan’s cigarette-laden wrist, Luo Ning guided the burning tip toward her own eye. “Sister, if you’re still angry, press it here. I’ll give you this eye too, okay?”

“You’re insane!” Lin Yuan struggled backward, her hand trembling slightly as she held the cigarette.

Luo Ning’s grip was astonishingly strong, pressing the cigarette toward her eye without hesitation. Her gaze was intense and sorrowful, laced with scorching emotion.

Lin Yuan seemed burned by that look. Despite her desperate struggles, she couldn’t break free. As the glowing tip neared Luo Ning’s eye, Lin Yuan’s fingers shook, and the cigarette—bearing the faint imprint of her lips—fell to the ground.

Luo Ning stared at the lipstick-stained filter, her expression a mix of regret and sweetness. “Sister, you couldn’t bear to hurt me, could you?”

Lin Yuan frowned in disbelief. “You’re crazy!”

Luo Ning smiled sweetly, slender fingers tracing her own eye. “Yes, I thought I was better too. But seeing you drives me mad again.”

Lin Yuan wrenched her wrist free, only for Luo Ning to block her path. This time, Lin Yuan was forced to retreat step by step as Luo Ning murmured with tender sweetness, “Why run, sister? Are you afraid of me? Don’t be…”

Lin Yuan pushed at her. “You’re sick, you lunatic! Get away from me!”

Luo Ning clasped Lin Yuan’s waist with one hand, playfully lifting her long hair while tugging at the bite guard with her fingers. “Yes, I’m insane—for you…”

The camera zoomed in at just the right moment.

Luo Ning slowly lowered her head, lips parting to reveal the faint glint of sharp marking teeth—

“Ding dong~ Cut! ‘Obsessive Devotion’ wraps!” The loudspeaker blared, signaling the scene’s completion.

Oh my god, is this free content? Were those marking teeth? Did Luo Ning just flash her marking teeth?! Aaaaaah, I’m dead! I saw them, even if just for a split second!

Immediately rushing to follow Luo Ning and Lin Yuan’s fan pages. The dom/sub dynamic is eternal!

Luo Ning feels completely reborn. Her acting is so convincing, it’s like she wasn’t even acting—like she genuinely wanted to mark Lin Yuan. How does she balance such tenderness and madness? I got chills!

Same! It’s like she’s transformed. I knew she was recovering from that car accident, but it’s like she spent that time honing her craft. And paired with Lin Yuan? The chemistry is unreal!

Lin Yuan belongs to Xiao Yang! YiXiangQingYuan is the real deal! Luo Ning is disgusting—how dare she touch her? Isn’t this harassment?

Are you delusional? This is acting—it’s scripted. Besides, Luo Ning kept her hands respectful the whole time, barely touching. Their chemistry came purely from skill and improvisation.

“I won’t listen, I won’t listen, turtle chanting scriptures. Fans of legal offenders don’t come looking for relevance. Blocking Luo Ning’s fans.”

“Luo Ning survived the car crash unscathed, but it cost a colleague their life. Now she’s making a comeback with a bunch of sycophants still worshipping her.”

The moment the director called “Cut,” Lin Yuan instantly reverted to her usual distant, unapproachable demeanor—the untouchable ice queen. She took a slight step back, politely thanking the extras and crew with graceful detachment. Only Luo Ning remained frozen in place, her pupils trembling as if she’d suffered a severe blow.

Among the extras were many of Lin Yuan’s fans, who eagerly called out her name. Luo Ning, who had been standing beside Lin Yuan moments ago, was now pushed aside by the crowd.

Though Lin Yuan wasn’t much of a talker, she listened attentively whenever the extras spoke to her—until the production assistants rushed over, whisking her away from the crowd toward the guest lounge.

Luo Ning watched as the assistant led Lin Yuan in her direction. She straightened nervously, wanting to greet her. As Lin Yuan drew closer, it seemed even the light favored her, casting a soft glow around her like a filter.

Luo Ning swallowed hard, unsure what to say. Forcing a smile, she prepared to speak—but before she could, Lin Yuan walked past without so much as a glance.

As they brushed past each other, a gust of wind lifted Lin Yuan’s hair, it’s cool strands grazing Luo Ning’s nose before sweeping across her lips and cheek like a farewell kiss—one that sealed their fate with a bold, unmistakable BE.

Luo Ning stood rooted to the spot. She had imagined countless scenarios for their reunion—Lin Yuan hating her, hitting her, cursing her—but this? This indifferent dismissal, as if their past meant nothing, cut deeper than any sharp-edged hatred. It left her choking on the words she couldn’t say.

Hate burned fiercer than love, yet she didn’t even deserve that. Lin Yuan had moved on, while Luo Ning remained trapped in circles, stuck in place. The cruel irony? She was the one who had hurt Lin Yuan—the aggressor with no right to linger.

The assistant assigned to guide Luo Ning shifted awkwardly. It was clear Lin Yuan wanted nothing to do with her, ignoring Luo Ning’s attempt at a greeting without a shred of courtesy. Unsure how to smooth things over, the assistant could only watch Lin Yuan’s retreating figure in discomfort.

Luo Ning bent down, picking something up from the ground before the assistant could see what it was, tucking it away swiftly.

Clearing her throat, she said hoarsely, “Sorry, could I have a few minutes to collect myself? I need to… get out of character.”

The assistant blinked in confusion until Luo Ning offered a strained smile, her eyes red-rimmed and desolate. “Just need a moment to cool down. Shake off the scene.”

Realization dawned. Ah, so Lin Yuan was still in character earlier? No wonder things felt off even after ‘Cut.’ “Of course! I was going to take you for touch-ups anyway.”

Luo Ning thanked her politely and slipped into the restroom.

The moment the door closed, she doubled over, dry heaving. The alcohol she’d drunk on an empty stomach churned in protest—or maybe it wasn’t the drink at all, but the guilt. The unbearable weight of facing Lin Yuan, of confronting the harm she’d caused this woman, of acknowledging her own belated, futile longing.

Luo Ning fished out the medicine prescribed by the doctor from her pocket and shoved it haphazardly into her mouth. Her trembling fingers finally steadied after some effort.

Only after hurting Lin Yuan, only after Lin Yuan had left her, did she realize that Lin Yuan was the love buried deepest in her heart. What could be more tragic than that?

The moment she grabbed Lin Yuan’s bite guard, she had already seen the dark red mole on the back of her neck, hidden beneath it—a secret known to no one else in the world but her.

It was in the exact same spot as in her memories. She had even kissed that tiny red mole countless times in her hypnotic recollections.

She had once bitten down on it fiercely, letting a torn, bloodied mark cover that red mole. Now, the old mark had been removed by Lin Yuan, severing all ties between them. Like a mark scrubbed clean by surgery, Lin Yuan had erased every trace of her existence, wiping away their shared past with her own hands.

Clutching her aching stomach, Luo Ning wiped the corner of her mouth and rinsed away the dark brown streaks of bl00d left on the white sink.

Perhaps the best place for an ex was the grave—especially an ex like her.

Luo Ning shook her head with a chaotic laugh, then grabbed a few tissues to wrap around something before tucking it into her pocket. After straightening her appearance, she pressed a hand to her throbbing stomach and followed the director into the venue. The guests hadn’t officially entered yet, all waiting at the entrance of the green room before taking the stage.