On my wedding day, I jumped into the River of Forgetfulness.
When I wake up, I have a disease - I will lose my memory after sleeping.
All the things in the past, such as yesterday's death, to me are 'deaths' day after day.
One day, a handsome man came to me and told me that he was my husband. I was admiring my husband's beauty when suddenly another man came out and said he was my sweetheart.
Looking left and right, I was fascinated by how tall both of them were, so I discussed with them that each of them would have fifteen days, one cycle per month. Because of my illness, I loved each other wholeheartedly during this period. Wouldn't it be nice?
The husband immediately refused after hearing this. He said that he was the head of the palace and should be given a few more days.
Intention: Love is running thousands of times
It's so well written, wow wow wow, I ate it up! !