[First person short story about amnesia and reunion]
He loved me very much, I knew it, so I threw his dignity to the ground and stepped on it. I wanted him to hate me, so that even if I died, he would only say, "Have a good death."
However, I didn't die.
When I woke up, there was a handsome man standing next to the hospital bed.
Shasha
The handsome guy said, he is my husband.
Ah? Did I eat so well?
My handsome husband is fine everywhere, but he doesn't allow me to go out.
Sigh.
A love story for adults! Super sweet!
Purpose: If you are sick, you need to be cured
