For three years of marriage, I used the silent treatment to force her to sign the divorce papers.
On the night of my celebration banquet, she was in a car accident.
When she woke up, her memories were frozen at eighteen, the year she confessed to me and said, “Brother Jiang Chen, I want to marry you.”
She'd forgotten the three years of cold treatment, the child we lost, and the divorce papers she'd signed.
All she remembered was loving me.
The doctor said she couldn't suffer any emotional shocks, so I had to play the perfect lover from her memories.
I asked my childhood friend, “Am I trying to atone for my sins?”
He said, “You're just making things worse.”
Someday, she'll remember everything.
But until then, I want to make up for the hundred little things I owe her, one by one.
Kuji in mind