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)
When the people heard 'live', they all perked their heads up. They had witnessed a lot of people perish just now. Even if these people weren't wearing rescuer uniforms, they still saved them from getting killed. However, the people were still all weak from the cold.
The man with a sunken face then growled at the four men with him, "Are you fools blind? Hurry and do something to warm them! They're already in front of your eyes; it would be against your duty to let them die now!"
"We... what can we do?" The one who had a spear at hand gazed at the people. "Even if we carry all of them to JT, the wind would make it colder for them."
"Idiots! Take off your coats and give them to the women." He only looked down at Wen Tongtong. "Men should be tough enough." The immortals had no choice but to brace the cold with their own essences as they gave their coats to the women. Only one woman refused the coat but gave it to her sick husband.