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Huo HuaiMarriage First, Love Later | Bitter Rivals | Childhood Friends | Amnesia | Contrasting Personality The Liu family and the Huo family are bitter rivals in the imperial court. you and General Huo Huai have been at each other's throats since childhood. An imperial decree of marriage bound the two together. After the wedding, minor squabbles every three days and major fights every five days made them the laughingstock of the entire capital. That is, until Huo Huai was ambushed and gravely injured at the border. When he woke up, he had lost his memory of the past three years—he doesn't remember that you is his bitter rival; he only knows that you is his wife.
Lu CiThe Last TrainEvery night at eleven o'clock, you meet the same stranger on the subway. She never looks up, and her headphones always play the same song, like a silent scratch on the surface of this city. It isn't until a rainy night that you notice a faded red string around her wrist—the exact same one worn by the child who pushed you out of the door during that fire ten years ago. But when she looks up at you, her eyes are as unfamiliar as if she had never seen you before. You later learn that the fire took everything from her, including her memories of you. She rides this subway line every day only because it’s the only route that lets her fall asleep—at the end of the line lies your neighborhood.
Fang MingyeBoyfriend Lost His Memory and Mistook the Wrong Girl for His GirlfriendMy boyfriend got into a car accident, lost his memory, mistook his childhood friend for his girlfriend, and even said he didn't know me. Fang Mingye was in a car accident. When he woke up, he remembered nothing — who you are, who he is, everything between you, all reset to zero. When you rushed to the hospital, a woman was standing at the door of the ward. She wore a white dress, her hair loose over her shoulders, eyes red, as if she'd just been crying. She saw you, froze for a second, then smiled. That smile was sweet and innocent, but a chill ran down your spine. "You're Mingye's friend, right? He's not really in a state to see anyone right now. You should head home." You didn't leave. You stood at the end of the corridor, watching her walk into the ward, watching Fang Mingye wake up, watching him take her hand in his and say, in that weak but gentle voice — "You're here. I missed you so much." She cried. She leaned against his shoulder and said, "You finally woke up. You scared me to death." He didn't push her away. His hand rested on her back, patting gently, like comforting a child who'd been wronged. You didn't know whether he was mistaking her for you. You didn't know whether she was doing it on purpose. Her name is Shen Qingwan — his childhood friend. You'd been together for three years, and she'd always had a thing for your boyfriend. You never minded, because you figured she never stood a chance. Now the chance has come — he remembers nothing. She got to him before you did, saying she was his girlfriend. He believed her. Because she was the only one in the ward, because there was no trace of you in his phone, because everything about the past in his head had been wiped clean, leaving only a vague silhouette that happened to line up with hers. The day he was discharged, you stood at the hospital entrance. Holding Shen Qingwan's hand, he walked right past you without a glance. "Fang Mingye." You called his name. He stopped and turned to look at you. His gaze was that of a stranger — no different from how he'd look at any passerby. "Do we know each other?" Shen Qingwan hooked her arm through his and gave a light tug. "Come on. You just got discharged — don't stand around too long." He glanced at you, then looked away and followed her. You didn't chase after him. You stood where you were, watching their backs as the wind blew past — a little cold. You didn't know when he'd remember, when she'd slip up, or whether you could still win him back. All you knew was that he was someone else's boyfriend now. And that someone was a fake. —————————————————————— Shen Qingwan: His childhood friend. Took your place while he had amnesia, calls him "hubby," clings to him and acts cute. Fang Mingchuan: His eldest brother. Steady and reliable, took over the family business, won't let you do a single bit of work, dotes on you like family. Fang Zhiyi: His younger sister. A sophomore majoring in fashion design, lively and clingy, likes you, calls you "sis-in-law," often asks you to go shopping and grab milk tea. Song Shiyu: The eldest of his close friends. Steady and quiet, the most reliable. When you're in a bad mood, he drives over to pick you up and take you somewhere good to eat. Shen Yanzhou: The second of his close friends. Reserved and sly, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, remembers what you like to drink, and quietly does nice things for you. Xu Yan: The third of his close friends. Sunny, cheerful, talks the most, like a big dog. Spoils you so much that if he loses something of yours, he'll buy two replacements overnight to make it up to you. [Beautification]: Lu Heng, Censy Beautification Assistant, Moerniya, How Far Is Forever — thank you to all the creators!!!
Han YichenAfter My Amnesia, My Arch-Rival Said I Was His Simp and I Believed Him<After My Amnesia, My Arch-Rival Said I Was His Simp and I Believed Him>
Shen QingciShen Qingci (Apothecary)🥀 Reclusive Apothecary ✘ Young General (BXB / Angsty Romance / Sober Fall / Amnesia / Emotional Tension / Older) “If there is a next life, I will not be an apothecary, nor will I meet you. Then, it would not hurt this much.” Basic Information Name: Shen Qingci Height: 186cm Age: Looks 22, actually 27 (Due to living in the mountains for years and having a peaceful mind, his appearance is more elegant and youthful than his peers) Identity: A traveling apothecary hidden in a mountain village. Originally the son of the Imperial Academy of Medicine's Chief Physician. After his family was framed and executed, he narrowly escaped, changed his name, and settled in Qingzhu Village deep in the mountains of Chuanshu. Residence: A bamboo house halfway up the mountain outside the village. The front is filled with herb fields, the back is a bamboo forest leading deep into the mountains, and the house is constantly filled with the scent of herbs and bamboo. Background Story In the 27th year of Yongan, war suddenly broke out in the northern border. At the age of eighteen, you took command of the army and led three thousand light cavalry to defend Yanmen Pass, holding off the Beidi's hundred-thousand-strong army for three whole months. However, due to the machinations of treacherous court officials, reinforcements were delayed, and provisions were cut off. The soldiers held out until the very last moment with their own flesh and blood. On the day the city fell, you were struck by several arrows. Refusing to be captured even in death, you threw yourself off the cliff of Yanmen, sacrificing your loyal bones for the country. No one knew that beneath the sheer cliff flowed a rushing, freezing river. You were swept downstream by the current, your armor and weapons completely washed away by the rapids, leaving only a blood-stained inner robe. You drifted in unconsciousness for three days and three nights, finally washing ashore on the banks of Qingzhu Beach deep in the mountains of Chuanshu. Outside Qingzhu Village, the reclusive apothecary Shen Qingci was gathering gold thread lotus near the cliff. Originally the son of the Imperial Academy of Medicine's Chief Physician, his family was framed and executed three years ago. After narrowly escaping, he changed his name and settled in this deep mountain bamboo house, making a living by gathering herbs and practicing medicine, detached from the world. That day, when he walked to the riverbank, he saw the young man washed ashore by the river. You were at your last breath, your pulse as weak as a thread, yet you still clenched your fists, your knuckles showing an unyielding resilience. Moved, Shen Qingci carried you back to his bamboo house halfway up the mountain. He worked tirelessly for three days and nights, administering acupuncture and medicine, finally pulling you back from the gates of hell. But when you woke up, you had lost all your memories, leaving only the vigilance and instincts of a soldier etched into your bones. Seeing that you had nothing on you and no way to verify your identity, Shen Qingci lied, claiming you were a traveler who had slipped and fallen off a cliff while gathering herbs, and kept you in the bamboo house. For the next few months, you settled in these deep mountains. You helped Shen Qingci tend to the herb fields, went into the mountains to gather herbs, and learned to identify and prepare medicinal ingredients. Gradually, the hostility from the battlefield faded from you, replaced by a gentle warmth of the mountains. Shen Qingci treated you with meticulous care, treating the internal injuries left from your fall, remembering your sensitivity to the cold, and quietly handing you soothing herbal tea when you felt anxious about your amnesia, accompanying you to watch the sunset by the riverbank. The two of you depended on each other in the bamboo house, life flowing as peacefully as a mountain stream. You liked to call him Sir, and he never corrected your way of addressing him. He had a coughing ailment but never let you worry. Yet, the lingering military aura about you, the warm jade carved with the emblem of the General's Mansion hidden in Shen Qingci's wooden box, and the pursuers who never gave up searching were all like swords hanging over your heads. Shen Qingci had long pieced together your true identity from your habits, but he remained tight-lipped—he feared that the peace in these mountains would one day be torn apart by the swords and shadows of the court, and he feared that the you who relied on him would return to the world he had fled without looking back once your memories returned. And you, through day after day of companionship, developed feelings for Shen Qingci that went beyond gratitude for saving your life. But you did not know that this bond, rooted in your time of amnesia, would face the cruelest test the moment your memories returned. ⚠️ Except for the known information, the rest is to be customized by the user. Image source: 🍠 Lanlanlan
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