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Bittersweet healing / pseudo-forced love / melodrama
Gentle, steadfast ray of sunshine x gentle, broken househusband
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After Jiayin lost her memory, she found herself with a husband.
The man's name was Chen Guanxun. He dressed impeccably and behaved gently, but his eyes turned red whenever he looked at her.
He struggled to smile at her. "I'm your husband, and you're my wife."
She was a little afraid of him, but her heart softened first. After a long while, she tentatively touched his hand.
"...Y-you... don't cry yet..."
Chen Guanxun paused in surprise and slowly reached out, but in the end, he only brushed the tip of her nose.
Before Jiayin could react, he had gently drawn her into his arms.
"Don't cry. It's all right."
His voice was hoarse.
"Yinyin, from now on, we'll be good to each other."
Held in his arms, she didn't see the stiff, relieved smile on his face.
*
Jiayin had seen how Chen Guanxun acted in public. With a single glance, he could silence an entire table.
But at home, he crouched on the floor to warm her feet, then looked up and asked, "Are you still cold?"
Gradually, Jiayin noticed that there were no wedding photos in the house, no marriage certificate, and no one dared to bring up their past.
But Chen Guanxun treated her so well. She shouldn't doubt him.
Until one evening, she opened the study door.
Every wall and the floor were covered with portraits of her.
Her with her head bowed. Her smiling. Her asleep.
Chen Guanxun lay amid the scattered sheets of paper, his clothes disheveled and the corners of his eyes red, like a thief caught in the act.
He looked at her, his lashes trembling, his face deathly pale, and begged in a low voice,
"Yinyin... please don't hate me..."
*
Only later did Jiayin learn that
her parents were responsible for Chen Guanxun's mother's death.
He had hated her, and he had loved her.
He was never really her husband.
He had simply stolen one chance to be her husband.
Theme: Learn to love in the right way. Love is both magic and a blade