##I picked up a husband after losing my memory.
When I was thirteen years old, I picked up a cheap master.
According to her words, she saw that I was a pitiful little beggar, and she was so kind-hearted that she accepted me as her disciple and said she would make me live a good life from now on.
So, I lived with her for two years without enough food or clothing.
I stole the food, rice, oil and salt, I stole it, and when I ran away, she ran away.
She was idle and did not do any serious work. She used her three-legged cat kung fu to lead me around the world as a beggar.
I said that I would have to change my master sooner or later, and she smiled and said that she would also want to find a more useful apprentice.
Finally one day she went out and never came back.
I figured she might be dead, but I still looked for her for six years.
Until one day, I was about to die, and before I died, I vaguely noticed a pair of hands touching my body.
I opened my eyes hard and saw the person I had been looking for for six years.
My little master was looking at me in shock and fear.
She doesn't remember me?
She asked me who I was, and I got so angry that I pretended to have amnesia.
Then the little master said that I was her husband.
Um?
After a while, tears rolled out of my eyes:
"Lady!"
My master is really out of her mind.
**The text is from the third person perspective of the heroine.
Motto: Don't believe men's lies
