Su Mingxuan fell to the wooden floor of the tree house, his body twitching with a violent, uncontrollable tremor.
Su Qinglan screamed as thick, dark blood suddenly splattered from his mouth.
She didn’t care about her clothes; she immediately used her sleeves to wipe the blood from his chin, her hands shaking with terror.
"Father! Father, look at me!" she cried, her palms glowing with a bright green light as she pressed them against his chest.
She tried to pour every ounce of her healing power into him, but to her horror, the energy just bounced off. It was like trying to heal a stone.
"Host! Stop!" Xuyu’s voice rang out in her mind, sharper and more serious than ever before.
’Don’t use your power on him. It will not work. This is not a physical injury that you can heal with medicine or your power."
What do you mean? Su Qinglan screamed internally. He’s dying right in front of me!
"Your father is cursed," Xuyu explained quickly.
"His true mate totem was suppressed and hidden by black magic twenty years ago."
"Because of that black magic, he could never sense the truth about his real mate, and his soul-bond was artificially severed."
"But black magic of this level has a price. It can only last as long as the victim is deceived. The moment he truly remembered his real mate and realized the truth, the magic backfired."
"It is lifting now, but it must burn its way out of his system. You must not interfere, or the curse will jump to you. Don’t worry, Host. Your father is a powerful warrior. He is fighting the curse from the inside."
Su Qinglan watched in silent agony as her father continued to writhe.
The skin over his heart began to turn a sickly, rotten grey. It looked like parched earth, cracking and peeling away in dry flakes.
Every time a layer peeled off, Su Mingxuan let out a choked groan of pain.
Tears blurred Su Qinglan’s vision. Her hatred for Mu Lihua grew until it felt like a cold stone in her gut.
That bitch, she thought, her teeth grinding together.
She didn’t just lie; she tortured him for twenty years. I will make her regret every second of this. I will give her ten times the pain my father is feeling right now.
Beside her, Lan Yue was scared witless. She had never seen such a horrific sight. Her own tears were flowing freely, and she clutched her hands to her chest, trembling.
Su Qinglan reached out a hand to steady her friend while using just a tiny thread of energy to soothe her father’s nerves...just enough to lessen the pain without interrupting the curse’s exit.
Time seemed to slow down to a crawl.
They watched as the black, rotten skin finally fell away completely, like a burnt shell.
Underneath it, the new skin was red and raw but glowing. As the last of the black magic dissipated into a foul-smelling smoke, a beautiful, vibrant totem appeared in front of their eyes.
Su Qinglan gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "A rose..." she muttered.
Lan Yue leaned in, her eyes wide with shock.
"A rose! That... that is my mother’s totem! I have seen it on my father’s chest; it is really Mother’s totem!"
The two girls looked at each other, their teary eyes meeting in a moment of pure, unbelievable realization. The curse was gone, and the truth was bared in front of them in Su Mingxuan’s chest.
In one afternoon, she had gained a sister and a father. She looked at Su Qinglan, this beautiful, powerful female doctor was actually her own blood sister.
But as the joy of the reunion settled, a dark shadow remained in her heart.
She thought of her mother, Wang Mulan, who had been forced to flee her home, believing the man she loved had betrayed her.
Her mother had suffered for twenty years in a far-off city because of the "bitch" who was currently still living comfortably in this tribe.
Su Mingxuan pulled back, wiping his eyes with a trembling hand. The grief was still there, but it was now joined by a cold, sharp resolve. "Lan Yue, your mother... we will find her. I will atone for my sins in front of her; I failed as a mate and father. But first..."
He looked toward the door of the tree house, his eyes turning hard and cold, resembling the fierce Tribe Leader he used to be.
"First, we have to settle the score with the one who started all of this."
Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps approached the tree house. The hide was removed, and the scent of the forest entered with Hu Yan. He was dragging a disheveled, screaming Mu Lihua by the arm.
"Let me go, you brute! How dare you lay hands on the Tribe Leader’s mate!" Mu Lihua shrieked, her hair a mess and her eyes wild with fury.
"Have you gone berserk with the ungrateful daughter of mine?"
She stopped screaming the moment she saw Su Mingxuan sitting on the floor, his chest bare, showing the glowing rose totem.
The color drained from her face so fast she looked like she might faint. She looked at the peeling black skin on the floor, and she knew.
Her twenty-year-old lie had finally collapsed

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