Once upon a time, in those distant lands that time would eventually forget, there existed two kingdoms, each bound by a tangled fate, a history wrought with enmity and strife. One kingdom was governed by the mystique of magic, cloaked in the shadows of ancient tomes and secret arts, a kingdom whose very essence was steeped in the whispering winds of enchantment. The other kingdom, on the other hand, was lorded over by martial artists' strength, a realm marked by the thunderous echoes of clashing swords and the valor of its nobleborn leaders.

Though their ideologies were as different as night and day, the two kingdoms shared a bond of mutual resentment, their grievances and disdain intertwined like the threads of a complex tapestry. Yet, while the martial artists' kingdom saw only weakness in the kingdom of magic, the latter stood unshakably firm, resolute in their peacefulness despite their formidable prowess.

However, little did the entire martial arts realm know that the great magic kingdom held a secret so profound, it lay hidden like the treasure of the sea. Our protagonist's tale is a journey into the heart of this truth, unraveling the enigmatic enigma that shrouds the land of magic.

Once, in a dismal woodland where solitude reigned, where no soul dared to tread, a lone girl stood before the unrelenting downpour. As the icy rain battered her weary frame, she uttered those words, a weary resignation seeping through her voice.

"I am weary of giving endlessly, never receiving in return," she mused, her tone laced with bitter sarcasm, her laugh a hollow echo in the empty forest. A pause, then a wry admission, "Yet I cannot fault the rain. It is, in its own cruel way, a sad yet striking beauty when it descends like blades."

Her eyes fluttered open, a wave of disorientation washing over her. As if emerging from a murky sea, she struggled to comprehend her surroundings.

A voice broke through the haze, a hint of concern lacing the words. "Churan... are you alright?" The voice was followed by a firm but tender grip on her shoulders, a physical reminder of their presence. The sensation brought a subtle sense of comfort amidst the confusion.

With a quiet, disbelieving murmur, she tried to make sense of the situation. "When did I marry someone so handsome," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the stunning figure before her. Before the moment could fully sink in, however, an older man's panicked voice rang out, "My daughter, I feared you might not wake up again."

Churan jerked away from the elderly man's grasp, her heart still pounding. She moved towards the handsome stranger, her gaze locked on him as she posed her question to the old man, "Who are you?"

Every eye in the room widened in shock, caught off guard by her unexpected question. The handsome man, Eugene, stared at her with sadness in his eyes, his voice softening as he responded, "Sister, I am Eugene. Do you remember me?"

Churan's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to process the information. Shock and disbelief warred within her, her internal monologue betraying her surprise. "Sister? Huh, yeah... having a handsome husband?"

[Surely this is impossible for someone like me... How can this be? Being completely lost made me mad I guess]

The father erupted in anger, his voice echoing furiously through the room. "You so-called doctors are inept and useless!" he exclaimed; his frustration evident. "I paid a fortune to ensure she woke up unscathed, yet she has lost her memories and doesn't remember us!"

A woman stepped in, taking his hand, her voice falsely sweet. "Dearest Husband, don't get so angry," she said. "What matters is that our daughter has woken up. Churan, dear, how are you feeling now?"

Churan glanced at the woman, her eyes cool and distant, ignoring her completely.

Churan's internal monologue echoed through her mind. "I know my thoughts might sound unethical, but for now, it doesn't matter," she mused silently. "I have to be cautious – I don't know who these people are. My priority is to get out and understand my surroundings."

With the atmosphere in the room growing increasingly tense, Eugene suggested they move outside to give Churan some fresh air. He gently guided her out of the room, the sounds in the room fading into the background.

Eugene glanced at Churan with a mix of amazement and relief. "You were incredible, Sister. It seems that even after you hit your head, you became so indifferent that you could ignore Dad's wife" he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Churan furrowed her brow. "My head? Can you tell me what happened? I'm feeling lost, and it doesn't seem like I'm going to get better soon," she said, her expression reflecting her confusion.

Eugene's face darkened with sadness. "You've been sick for a long time after our mother passed away, and we're still not sure why. A month ago, you threw yourself into the sea, and the doctors said it was unlikely you'd wake up, your injury was severe. But thank goodness, you've woken up and seem okay."

Churan's brow furrowed in thought. (It's strange for a daughter of a noble family to throw herself into the sea without anyone noticing. I need to understand the secret behind my supposed attempted suicide and what happened to my real body)

Churan pushed her lingering thoughts aside, plastering a smile on her face. "Thank you," she replied, "I'm happy too. From now on, I'll live well."

The words were half-truths. She understood that she had to put the past behind her, but her purpose remained unchanged – this was an opportunity for revenge.

Eugene's voice interrupted her musings, "Sister, I'll take you to your room to rest. The doctors should be gone by now."

As they walked down the hallway, Churan was struck by the familiar yet distant feeling of her surroundings. Everything looked the same as the home she remembered, yet the memories that usually came with those sights were empty. It was as if she was treading a path through another person's life.

She sat on the bed, the softness of the sheets offering a brief illusion of comfort, but it was all surface level, the true comfort just out of reach. Churan lay back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as the silence of the room settled around her, echoing the emptiness she felt inside.

The silence was almost suffocating, the absence of memories leaving a void that threatened to consume her. She tried to recall the past, the familiar faces and places, but it was as if she was sifting through someone else's memories, each one just out of grasp. The more she tried to grasp them, the more elusive they became, like sand slipping through fingers.

The next day, Churan roamed the familiar yet distant confines of her room, a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she saw a petite girl enter the room, bowing respectfully, avoiding eye contact.

The girl spoke timidly, "miss, I have brought your medicine. Please take it."

Churan studied the maid, seeing an opportunity for answers. "Are you, my maid? Have you been by my side all this time? Are we close?"

The maid's eyes widened. Shock quickly transformed into tears, and she began to weep.

"Madam," she sobbed, "It seems your brain has been severely affected. I should have just thrown myself in the sea with you."

The maid, Nano, tried to compose herself as Churan grabbed her hand, her tears gradually subsiding. Clearing her throat, she stammered out her name amidst crying. "My name is Nano."

Churan chuckled, commenting on the appropriateness of the name. "Oh, my goodness," she teased, "You truly fit your name. You're as sweet and sweet as your name." She then continued, "Nano, I want you to tell me everything you know about me and this place."

Churan and Nano walked through the ornate halls of the estate. As they walked, they encountered numerous soldiers, their presence nearly impossible to ignore.

Churan leaned closer to Nano, her voice lowered. "Anyway, why are there so many guards?"

Nano looked at her, correcting her gently, "They're not guards, but soldiers." She paused before continuing, "You're currently in a small part of the estate. Our home is almost inside the royal palace, and your father is Wang Zhuo, one of the five most famous generals in the capital. Thus, there are many soldiers."

Churan nodded, processing this new information. "I see," she murmured, then asked, "What do you mean by a small part of this place?"

Churan's thoughts flitted through her mind in confused chaos, a mixture of questions and thoughts.

(Why am I not sick when she was?)

Nano picked up on her confusion, responding, "Normally, you were not allowed to go out under your father's orders. He was extremely worried about your health."

Churan frowned, the realization sinking in. "So, I'm essentially confined here?" she asked, bitterness seeping into her tone.

Nano nodded, her voice gentle but firm. "Yes, you're very weak, miss. I'm also afraid the outside world would be frightening and tiring for you. If you want anything from outside, I'll get it for you."

Churan's thoughts tangled in her mind, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions

(Yes, the outside world is scary and tiring. No one has ever cared for me. They were not concerned about me, but about Churan. Everyone is worried about her, while I have run far away and locked myself in, yet the world still presses down and kills me, I will uncover the truth and see the guilty pay the price, even if it means my death)

Churan's expression darkened as the silent pain and bitterness in her heart seethed. Her eyes, once filled with vulnerability, now flickered with determination.