After My Failed Courtship, the Buddhist Prince Bowed a Thousand Times, Yet Still Couldn’t Bring Back My Memories

It was an open secret in Xijing City: no one was allowed to touch the worn cord bracelet on the wrist of the Buddhist devotee Shen Qinghuai.

Not even me, his wife.

A month ago, the flames of war reached Lanxiang Courtyard. Shen Qinghuai took He Wanqing, the girl next door, to the Organization Department to keep her safe. His usually timid wife said nothing and focused only on finding a way to survive.

Half a month ago, Shen Qinghuai stayed out all night to celebrate He Wanqing’s birthday. His wife, who used to wait by candlelight every day, stopped waiting and quietly went to bed.

Two days ago, Shen Qinghuai was so devoted to caring for He Wanqing after she’d been frightened that he took his wife’s heart’s blood. Even their son stayed by He Wanqing’s side constantly. Yet his wife, whom he had always hated with all his heart, obediently agreed. She forgot the vows they had once made to each other, and even forgot her son’s words of gratitude as he clung to her.

Shen Qinghuai said he would raise the girl next door, whose parents had both died, for the rest of her life.

When she first met them, she saw that they wore matching bracelets.

Seeing the disappointment in his wife’s eyes, he said coldly:

“Jingci, I’m only bringing Wanqing to live with us. Stop using the excuse that the System will take you away.”

Their son was impatient too. “Mother is so jealous. When will you be as gracious and well-mannered as Aunt Wanqing?”

Feeling her memories slowly disappear, I summoned the System.

“System, take me away.”