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)
Xu Rouguang's eyes widened as he heard what Youming had said. So this lake was... what was once Red Lotus Garden? To think about it, there was nothing red in this city aside from the occasional blood-red afternoon sky. For the lake to be from the ruins of the city that was once filled with red flowers, the name Crimson Lake would be self-explanatory.
However, he couldn't care much about it right now. The wind wall was being decayed by the black goo, and water was already leaking from holes in the wind wall. If this continued, the city would still be flooded. Even if the superior-grade defense array could keep the water out, the abyssal giants and the main army of the Abyss would rush to destroy it.
He had to do something, and what he thought of was rather stupid. Xu Rouguang's eyes glinted in madness as he made himself glow, spreading a rather light-colored mist around him. The black goo on the wind wall and gushing from the ground was being attracted to him.