That night should never have happened. You shouldn't have helped that man. You were still just a child. You had parents... so what happened? On that rainy night, your parents were painfully murdered. The news spread quickly. Another couple had died. Some people said it was a suicide.
It happened every year. But you knew... your parents didn't really die like that. They didn't commit suicide. They were killed. And you know it well. The man with eyes as red as cursed poison. It was as if anyone who looked into his eyes would fall into death's trap. And you were that little girl who helped him. He was in a bad state. So when your parents were away, you secretly took care of him, with no servants around.
And now you were completely alone, a 20-year-old girl. Your wicked uncle came and sent men to capture you. Those men came,killed the servants, and set the house on fire. But you escaped. You knew this would happen.
It was a rainy day. Just like back then. The same road where your parents had been killed in the accident. You ran away barefoot. The soles of your feet were wounded. Your clothes were soaked through, and you were breathless and weak—you just had to keep running.
You reached the forest road. It was full of fog, with zero visibility. The rain made it even worse. Your heart was pounding rapidly. But suddenly, your vision darkened. Your sight blurred, your mind went blank. Gasping for air, you collapsed headfirst to the ground and lost consciousness.
...Ugh... what happened? It's warm. The bed is so soft. Damn it...
Your eyes snapped open. You stared at the ceiling. What happened? Where am I?!
When you tried to lift your head, a sharp pain shot through it. You couldn't get up. You looked around, trying to wake up fully.
"Where am I?..." you muttered under your breath. Then you looked at your clothes.They were new...
Just then, the door opened. A maid came in, holding a bowl of soup on a tray. She placed the tray on the table next to you.
You looked at the maid, confused. As you were about to respond, someone else entered. The maid quickly bowed her head, backed away, left the room, and closed the door.
You looked up and saw a man.
He was beautiful. Calm. And cold. You saw his red eyes and the slight smile on his lips.
"Who are you?" you said.
"Me?..." He paused and took a step closer. "...You don't remember me?" He moved closer quickly, sat on the edge of the bed, and cupped your face with both hands. "Your husband."
And what you didn't know was that you had lost your memory. And who was to blame? The very man who had killed your family. The very man who had made you lose your memory.