A love story hidden in the depths of despair and forsaken memories… Lai Mingjie is a hot and well-sought bachelor in the city, the sole heir of one of the country's most powerful and influential men. However, he has a secret: he used to be the most prolific demon king in history! In his plight of trying to end his suffering, he runs into the amnesiac Xu Rouguang. This man cannot remember anything else about his life... but that he loves Lai Mingjie. Who would have thought that this man is actually the demon king's wife... and executioner?! With the promises of freedom and a new life together, the two of them works on recovering whatever they can to rebuild the destiny that they have placed onto themselves—and what they have shattered all the same. How strong can they be in their crossed paths filled with pain, death, and separation… now that they are together again? [Disclaimer and Warnings:] This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers. Chapters will become locked when you reach Chapter 68. Please don't tell me you weren't warned. Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook (droopyghostofficial) Cover art is by reialdark66 (pixiv)
Emodao laughed out a little before reaching behind him and stroking Xu Rouguang's head. It was as if his touch wanted to be as delicate and gentle as the voice he was using. "I used to wonder why this moon tended to shine the most beautiful all year round. I never thought that it was because that moon had always been calling out to me. Rou, do you not know what today is?"
The young lord broke off his embrace just so he could sit next to Emodao. Before the sight of the lovely moon that brought him his fondest memory, Xu Rouguang decided to embed this scene in the depths of his heart. However, Emodao's words sounded a little strange. He then blinked. "Today? Is there something special today?"
"..." Emodao fought the urge to frown at the wife. Instead of laughing out dryly at the perceived stupidity, the demon king only held onto his forehead. Maybe, some things could save Xu Rouguang. "...did you not notice that we had been traveling together for three years now?"