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)
Wen Qingyuan shifted in his sleep. When he felt someone next to him, he finally roused from slumber. He opened his eyes and saw Shui Ying sleeping next to him. Such a handsome sleeping face looked so breathtaking the longer he got to see it every time he woke up.
Right, the room they were in didn't feel like a bullet train or a sleeper; this must be a guest room. The only reason Wen Qingyuan could tell was that it wasn't moving. Everything was still pitch black just like how Shui Ying liked it, and so Wen Qingyuan's ant vision was starting to get used to it.
He then moved his hands to feel his abdomen. He remembered getting shot thrice around the abdomen area; perhaps the bullets didn't hit any of his organs or that Shui Ying had fixed him quite effectively. He didn't feel pain or any difficulties. His fingers could only run across the bandages on his tummy.