Yixing, My Husband
Description
You were drenched in your own tears, as Yixing carefully knelt down and wiped away your soaked face.
"What's the matter?" he asked,
"It's because you're my husband and I don't remember you." you confessed
Foreword
Flickering your eyes open, to be greeted good morning by panic and worry.
Glancing around the four corners of the room, you search for something familiar but as none of the things around you register in your mind, you begin to hyperventilate and tear up slowly.
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