As a noble young lady from one of the capital's most prominent families, Jiang Baoyi was beautiful and talented, but she had a hidden affliction.
She often suffered brief spells of amnesia, forgetting the bad things that had happened to her.
When she was little, she quarreled with her half-sister, who smashed the treasured little trinket she loved to pieces. The next day, Jiang Baoyi blinked at her and asked who she was, then invited her to play. At a banquet, a girl from another household accidentally pushed her into a lake. The next time they met, Jiang Baoyi greeted her with a smile.
Everyone thought she was softhearted, like a lump of dough anyone could mold. They didn't even need to coax her. After a couple of days, she'd come right back to them of her own accord.
After suffering one too many silent injustices, Jiang Baoyi finally learned her lesson. She wrote herself a warning in her notebook: Anyone I don't recognize must be someone who holds a grudge against me!
One day, she met a refined, dignified young man with an elegant air, someone she didn't remember. Her governess told her he was her childhood friend and cousin.
So she glared at him fiercely.
Unexpectedly, her cousin stepped forward, his gaze dark as he stared at her and said in a low voice, "What you promised me yesterday, does that not count anymore?"
Before she could remember, she met another tall, openhearted young man with a bright smile. Her maid reminded her that he was the heir of the neighboring marquis's household, who often came to visit.
At the sight of this stranger, she gave a cold snort.
But the heir's smile faded. He leaned in close, his voice hoarse and plaintive. "Were you lying to me all along?"
Jiang Baoyi truly couldn't remember what these people had done to her. Somehow, she seemed to be the villain.
Then, at a banquet in the palace, the gentle and gracious Crown Prince approached her.
She obediently bowed, thinking that someone of his rank could hardly have a grudge against her. They must be meeting for the first time.
The next moment, the Crown Prince gently lifted her chin with his long fingers and stared into her eyes. His usually warm gaze held not the slightest trace of a smile, as if veiled in cold mist, suppressing a torrent of emotions too complicated to name.
"Just how many good older brothers do you have? You even forgot about me."
Back at home, Jiang Baoyi picked up the notebook she'd lost and found again. It turned out that she kept losing her memory, getting involved with men and then abandoning them, mistaking her lovers for enemies, and tangled herself up with three men...
#Three men, one drama# #Which one should I take home? Help, urgent!#
Theme: Keep striving as long as life goes on.
