It hasn’t been long since you woke up in that hospital, disoriented and with no recollection of who you are.

Lixian has helped some, or at least, that’s what he tells you.

Fate worked out in his favour this time. You lost your memory, you don’t know who he is, and that gives him the perfect excuse to keep you close.

Faking a marriage is easy when you go along with it without much effort.

He brushes his fingers over your face, his eyes trailing over every detail of you. “So pretty, baby.”