After My Husband Lost His Memory, I Pursued Him to the Ends of the Earth

A simple scholar falls for a beautiful, kind-hearted young widow who has just moved to the county with her child. Unfortunately, she remains devoted to her late husband.

After yet another failed confession, the young widow says sadly, "My husband has only been dead for a year. I really can't accept a young gentleman's affection."

Though he loves her, he can't bring himself to force her like some brute. He can only sigh to himself, keep helping the young widow grind beans, and even cook dinner for the poor mother and child before he leaves.

Sitting before the sumptuous meal, the young widow has her first pang of conscience. "Was I too hard on him?"

Her son looks astonished. "Mother!"

After a midnight dream, thunder crashes. The simple scholar, who has finally won his beauty, remembers everything from his past and murmurs, "Wife, how is it that I've been dead for a year?"

The young widow: ...

The young widow has been feeling troubled lately. Her young husband is angry with her and hasn't let her touch him for days.

Looking at her young husband's back as he busies himself in the kitchen, she can't help whistling at him flirtatiously. "Husband, you've got a great butt!"

Now things are even worse: her husband wants to run away from home!

Dramatic, lecherous heroine vs. simple, genuinely good-hearted hero

Theme: Warm and healing