After taking a devastating blow to the head to save Pei Ji, my memory began to deteriorate day by day.
He didn't care at all. He grew increasingly intimate and brazen with other women right in front of me.
Because he knew I would only love him more and more.
But when my memory regressed all the way to the year I was eighteen, I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings and asked the first question that came to mind: “Where's Qin Ye?”
Qin Ye was the person eighteen-year-old me loved most.
