On a stormy night, I found a man covered in wounds outside my flower shop.
He had lost his memory and was like a blank sheet of paper. All he could do was clumsily follow me around, helping water the flowers and move stock, calling me “Yueyue” in a hoarse voice.
I called him A Che, gave him a home, and watched the sun rise and set with him on Wutong Lane. I thought we would spend our whole lives together.
But the day his memories returned became the day we said goodbye.
He was Shen Yuci, the untouchable CEO of the Shen Group, with a well-matched fiancée standing by his side.
He looked at me with cold unfamiliarity, as though the tender moments we had shared were nothing more than a forgettable dream.
“Miss Lin, this should be enough to repay you for taking care of me.” He tossed me a stack of cash, crushing every bit of love I had given him.
Heartbroken, I walked away, only to discover that I was already carrying his child.
I went through pregnancy and childbirth alone, thinking I would never cross paths with him again.
Until one day, he burst into my home like a madman, eyes red as he pleaded, “Yueyue, I was wrong. Please, come back to me.”
Holding my chubby-cheeked little boy, I laughed coldly. “Mr. Shen, we settled our score a long time ago.”
