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)
Inside the hotel room, Xu Rouguang frowned at the successive pings coming from his Weibo. When he looked over, it was coming from the tags coming from the bootlickers. He could also see a lot of people following him now ever since he revealed himself in a rather crowded space. Direct messages also flooded in from different small ventures who would like to make friends with him.
Lai Mingjie sat down next to him on the couch, and Xu Rouguang's body automatically fell in his direction. Xu Rouguang casually leaned against his husband, and so Lai Mingjie got his arm out of the way. The two were comfortably huddling on the couch, but Xu Rouguang was still frowning.
"Jie, take a look at this. All I did was post a comment on a thread, and my followers are now more than a thousand. I don't even post anything…" Xu Rouguang frowned as he felt like more than a thousand people expected a show from him. Then again, there was no show to give. What was he supposed to post?