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After Tang Jing'er woke up with amnesia, the first thing she heard was, “Are you still going to leave?”
A pair of handsome, refined eyes gazed at her with concern. His warm, gentle features were creased with worry.
Apparently, this man was her husband.
Tang Jing'er stayed at the manor for a while to recuperate, and found that her husband was mild-tempered and easygoing.
She wanted to practice swordsmanship. Her husband said, “Whatever you say.”
She told him she had an enemy, and once she remembered who it was, she would go and flay him alive. Her husband fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “Whatever you say.”
Later, even when she wanted to be on top, her husband merely blushed for a moment, cleared his throat, and said, “Whatever you say.”
Tang Jing'er scratched her head and thought that maybe staying wouldn't be so bad.
That was, until one day, after specially learning embroidery, she made a pair of felt boots and took them to his residence.
Snow fell thick and fast, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. Then she saw the Grand Marshal's daughter emerge from his residence, one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly.
He draped a fox-fur cloak over the woman, his lowered eyes full of tenderness.
Tang Jing'er turned and walked into the snow.
The snow was so cold. But not as cold as the memories she had recovered.
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After Feng Xingzhou had painstakingly become the jade-faced Yama, a ruthless man who never hesitated to kill, he could carry out even the cruelest tortures without batting an eye.
Until one day, his older brother's fiancée came looking for him.
Feng Xingzhou promptly transformed himself into a refined gentleman.
One night, as he hurried back to the manor through the snow, Feng Xingzhou was ambushed by assassins.
The pastries he had been holding close to his chest were knocked to the ground.
Feng Xingzhou narrowed his beautiful eyes and gave a mocking laugh, then snapped the assassin's neck with a crack.
He wiped his hands and turned around, only to see his wife, who should have been waiting for him at home, standing there with a sword, glaring at him icily.
Tang Jing'er's sword flashed with deadly force.
She remembered everything.
She had come to the Feng family in the first place to kill that man surnamed Zhou.
Looking at the blade that could take his life at any moment, Feng Xingzhou fell thoughtful.
His secret identity had been exposed, but not entirely.
He was behaving himself now. Was there still a chance his wife might spare him?
Reading notes:
1. One-on-one romance, both leads' first love.
2. The blurb was revised on July 5, 2024, and a screenshot has been saved as a record.
Theme: Love openly and honestly.