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)
The sky was reddish with the sun hanging just along the horizon. This was always that time where no one in Heaven knew if it was indeed night time already. However, to Brother Blue, it was already the start of the dimmer days.
Sovereign Cinders and the primal demons were all dealt with, but the cost was too much. Aside from everyone in their circle of acquaintances, roughly no one else would sympathize with the loss of Lai Mingjie… and everyone else that had been killed in this series of rough battles.
Most names carved in the black monuments in the city plaza were either from the dragon race or from the second battalion, hurting his heart a lot. Not to mention that the second battalion took the biggest hit in this.
Brother Blue had lost his entire squad, his elite generals… his group of friends. Prince Sky was too busy in the transition of hegemony while Chartreuse took care of the injured; only he was free enough to stare at the names in these black stones.