(P.S. The male lead is a rough, rugged type, but I’ve never written one before, so he might not be all that rough. He can see ghosts, and there’ll be some not-too-scary supernatural stuff later on. Neither lead has been with anyone else.)
When eighteen-year-old Xiang Youmai woke up, her head was splitting with pain. She struggled to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was a man sitting by the bed, his face cold as he said in an indifferent tone, “You’re awake. Get your things together and get ready to leave the hospital.”
Xiang Youmai stared at him. “Where’s my mom?”
“She went on a trip to Italy.”
Still staring, Xiang Youmai saw the man’s terrifying, King-of-Hell expression clearly and asked nervously, “Who are you?”
Lin Huo frowned and took Xiang Youmai to see a doctor for an examination.
The conclusion was that Xiang Youmai had lost her memory and now remembered only being eighteen.
No one knew when her memories would return. They would come back once the blood clot cleared. It might take a month, a year, ten years, or they might never come back at all...
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