After Mrs. Jiang Lost Her Memory, Mr. Jiang Fought Everyone for Her

> His fingertips brushed over her rain-soaked hiking clothes. “No one should be here.”

> As the storm poured down, he silently brought her back to the old mansion, all carved beams and painted rafters, yet utterly lifeless.

> When she curiously touched a bronze vessel in the ancestral hall, he suddenly seized her wrist. “Don’t touch it. They know you.”

> Late at night, she pushed open the creaking wooden window of the west wing and discovered a sheer cliff thousands of feet deep just outside.

> Beneath the eaves, he stood in white as pure as snow, gazing up at the moon. Its light revealed the possessive desire surging in his eyes. “Look, even the moon is helping me keep you here.”