The husband, who had known each other since childhood, came back from the battlefield one day as if he was a changed person.
Sometimes it's the way he remembers it, sometimes it's like an indifferent stranger.
I also suspected that he had changed someone, but after many attempts, I found that he was indeed my husband. What on earth was going on?
After my husband went off to war, I waited at home for several months. Instead of waiting for him, I waited for assassins from the enemy country. If it were in the past, I would not take these people seriously.
But the injuries I suffered when I was young left me no longer able to fight one against a hundred. In the end, I was defeated and was held hostage on the city wall for three days...
When my husband came, I only waited for my death.
The suspicion in my heart becomes clearer——
This man is not my husband.
In order to verify this conjecture, I agreed to the request of the woman in red...
Purpose: The great love of family and country is higher than the small love of the world