Shen Yan and I married young, yet spent half our lives hating each other.
He hated that I thought I knew better and insisted on treating his amnesia, causing the woman he loved to fall off a cliff and die.
I hated that he fell for someone else. Just when we were at our closest, he lost his memories and pledged his life to another woman.
Ten years into our marriage, everyone knew we were a couple in name only, united in public but divided in private.
But when doctors diagnosed me with a slow-acting poison and everyone urged him to divorce me and remarry,
he carried me to the door of a reclusive master physician and kowtowed 999 times, begging for even the slimmest chance to save my life.
As I lay dying, Shen Yan took me to the place where we had pledged our love. His tears kept falling on my cheeks.
“Mingyi, I’ve done my duty as your husband. If I could live it all over again, please don’t run around seeking treatment for me. I want to erase every memory and love her properly.”
Grief filled my heart.
The affection we’d shared as children had long since become a burden to him. I shouldn’t have stubbornly insisted on my own way and ruined half his life.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had sought treatment for Shen Yan.
This time, I stopped the physician from giving him acupuncture and personally sent him back to the woman he loved.
