The crime boss Xiao Yanchen was ambushed on his way back to China with the woman he loved. He lost his memory, and his mother pushed me into his arms, claiming I was the woman he loved.
For the next ten years, anyone who doubted my identity was immediately tied up by him and thrown into a car crusher.
When his enemies set me up and I was in a car accident, my lower body crushed to pulp, and rushed to the ICU, he suddenly regained his memory.
He immediately cut off my oxygen and forbade any doctor from treating me.
Looking at my bloodied, broken body as I writhed in agony, he said coldly,
“That's what you get for deceiving me!”
He said that if I hadn't seized the chance to pass myself off as the woman he loved, she wouldn't have been dragged to northern Myanmar, forced to work on the railway, and disemboweled to death!
I begged him to spare my life, but he threw the heads of the three children I'd borne him into my arms.
Overwhelmed by shock and grief, I breathed my last in the hospital bed.
He led all his men to the place where the woman he loved had been held captive and slaughtered for seven days and seven nights.
In the end, he pieced together her organs, which had been soaking in a vat, and held a ghost wedding with them.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment he had just been rescued from the sea.
This time, I quietly stepped aside.
