The Demon King's Wife is the Heaven's Strongest [BL]
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)
Then and Only Then
"A token of love?" Xu Rouguang uncontrollably blushed at the idea.
What were the tokens of love? Weren't that exactly gifts from men to their women, signifying their love for them? Weren't they a physical display of someone's commitment? A loving gesture? A promise of affection and doting? If Xu Rouguang did receive a token of love from Emodao in the old world... wouldn't it be confusing why they didn't seem to know each other? They even dared to kill.
Upon thinking about the unknown part of their story, Xu Rouguang's red face grew immensely dark. He held onto his left hand, his thumb feeling the beautiful ring. If this ring was indeed his treasure from Emodao... then what made them want to spill each other's blood?
Director Cheng could peer into the hearts of people. He didn't need to ask what was on the other's mind. He could feel the growing pain and confusion, but there was nothing he could do to help. The old man only reached out and picked out his teacup from the table.