Let Lost Love Lie - A. Introduction
My husband was famous for his cold, celibate ways.
To get a divorce, I pretended that falling into the water had cost me my memory.
That night, while I was laboring over our divorce agreement, he knocked on my door with a pillow in his arms.
His expression was perfectly natural, his voice gentle.
“You may not remember, A-Ning.”
“You once told me you could only sleep well with me beside you.”
I stared at Shen Cizhou, the man who used to loathe me and would never let me so much as touch him. Nothing made sense anymore.
“…?”
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