Shen Qingyue woke up from a car accident, and her memory stopped at the age of eighteen. The doctor pointed at the handsome man beside the hospital bed and said, "That's your husband, Lu Huaizhou." Shen Qingyue's eyes darkened as she stared at the face that had snatched her first grade in high school, tore up her competition registration form, and been cursed by her eight hundred times in her diary. The marriage certificate is authentic, the group photo is authentic, and even the wedding ring is the perfect size. But she couldn't remember where she had gone wrong and ended up being tied to this scumbag.
