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)
The loud music of the club continued to blare through the walls of the place. The demons in Crimson City didn't even notice anything was happening in Heaven the entire time. They only cared about the contract, with everything else out of sight, out of mind.
However, a certain woman with long black hair with blue heads on her hair was sipping on her drink. She only snorted at the news of Emodao's passing in Heaven. The demon king jumped into the Abyss to rescue his wife.
"I seem to be unimpressed by anything that happened to both of them. One way or another, they will be summoning miracles here and there." Botangca laughed out as she played cards with other people in her office, aside from Luoyan who had been staying near.
"I don't think I should be worried either." Shui Ying watched Luoyan deal the community cards on the table, liking the odds of him winning. "But I have to say, that's pretty ballsy of him."