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Amnesiac Husband: Love in Disarray
墨書 Inktalez
The wedding bells rang, but Wu Xuan stood at the end of the hospital corridor in a patient gown, wearily closing her eyes.
Three years ago, her husband died in the line of duty, leaving no remains. Everyone said it was an accident, but she never believed it. Until today, when his unit leader told her that her husband was getting married.
Wu Xuan neither cried nor made a scene; she simply asked calmly, "What does his marriage have to do with me?"
"You are his legal wife."
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"You're talking nonsense!" Wu Xuan suddenly opened her eyes, staring incredulously at the leader. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with grief and despair. "He clearly already..."
"Calm down; it's complicated. He has amnesia..." The leader lowered his voice, a hint of pity in his tone.
Wu Xuan felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, and her body weakly fell backward...
"Mom! Mom!" In her daze, Wu Xuan heard her son's anxious cries. She struggled to open her eyes and saw her child's tear-streaked face, which made her heart ache.
"Mom is fine; don't cry..." Wu Xuan gently stroked her son's hair, holding back tears as she silently vowed: I will uncover the truth and get my husband back!
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Rouxin asked with concern, handing Zhang Zheng a cup of hot tea.
Zhang Zheng shook his head, his brow furrowed as he stared blankly out the window. Ever since the wedding date was set, he felt an emptiness inside him, and a vague figure kept flashing through his mind, making him uneasy.
"It's nothing; I might just be tired from work lately." Zhang Zheng took the teacup but didn't drink it; he merely rubbed the cup's rim mechanically.
"Don't overexert yourself; you don't need to worry about the wedding details. I'm here for you," Rouxin comforted him gently.
"Mm." Zhang Zheng replied faintly, but his heart was even more restless. He knew Rouxin treated him well, but every time he wanted to respond to that feeling, the vague figure in his mind would become clearer, as if silently protesting something.
"By the way, I heard from a friend that you often go to the neighboring county?" one friend asked tentatively.
"Neighboring county?" Zhang Zheng was taken aback for a moment; some familiar images suddenly flashed through his mind, but when he tried to recall them carefully, he couldn't remember anything.
"Yes, I heard them say that after your amnesia, you often go there alone, as if you are looking for something?" another friend added.
Zhang Zheng fell silent. He didn't know why he would go to the neighboring county, but he knew that place must hold some secret. Perhaps it could unravel the truth behind his amnesia...
In the dead of night, Zhang Zheng rummaged through his belongings and finally found a ticket to the neighboring county in an inconspicuous corner. The ticket had yellowed with age, but the date was clearly visible—it was the third day after his amnesia.
Zhang Zheng tightly gripped the ticket, a strong impulse surging within him. He decided to go to the neighboring county once more; perhaps that place could really help him recover his lost memories... He stood up, grabbed his coat, and resolutely walked out of his home, heading towards that unfamiliar place that had appeared in his dreams countless times.
Ignoring Rouxin's pleas to stay, Zhang Zheng drove alone to the neighboring county and unexpectedly ran into Wu Xuan, who was shopping for groceries with her child on a familiar street.
The streets were lined with shops, and the sounds of vendors calling out and horns honking intertwined to create a lively scene of market life. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the sycamore trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Zhang Zheng parked by the roadside and irritably tugged at his tie. For three years now, he had been unable to resist coming here every month, yet he had never found that vague figure in his mind.
"Boss, how much for this tomato?" a gentle voice rang out beside him.
Zhang Zheng turned at the sound and saw a young woman in a simple long dress bending down to pick vegetables. Her long black hair was casually tied back in a ponytail, with a few strands playfully falling onto her cheek. Her fair skin appeared particularly translucent under the sunlight. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, just this profile made Zhang Zheng's heart inexplicably tremble; a familiar feeling surged within him.
"Mommy, I want to eat candied hawthorn!" a childish voice interrupted Zhang Zheng's thoughts.
The woman straightened up and turned her face towards him, revealing a delicate face adorned with a gentle smile. "You're just being greedy; you'll have it when we get home."
"No way! I want to eat it now," the little boy said as he clung to her leg and pouted playfully.
The woman smiled helplessly, took a handkerchief out of her bag, and carefully wiped the boy's dusty little hands.
"Mom, look! That uncle has been staring at us!" the boy said, pointing at Zhang Zheng with a childish voice.
Following the direction of the boy's finger, the woman met Zhang Zheng's gaze.
As their eyes locked, time seemed to stand still. A flicker of surprise crossed the woman's eyes before she regained her composure. She politely nodded at Zhang Zheng, then took the boy's hand and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment!" Zhang Zheng called out impulsively. He was captivated by Wu Xuan's profile, and his heart raced even more intensely. Unable to resist, he stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, have we met somewhere before?"
Wu Xuan recognized that the "stranger" before her was her husband, whom she had longed for over the past three years. A mix of joy and sorrow surged within her, but she forced herself to suppress the overwhelming emotions and spoke calmly with Zhang Zheng.
Upon hearing Zhang Zheng's voice, Wu Xuan's body stiffened. It had been three years since she had imagined countless scenarios of reuniting with her husband, but she never expected it would happen under such circumstances.
"Sir, you must be mistaken," Wu Xuan said, trying to control her emotions and maintaining a calm tone.
"Maybe..." Zhang Zheng replied with a hint of disappointment in his voice, yet his gaze remained fixed on Wu Xuan's face. "I just feel like I know you from somewhere; you remind me of an old friend."
"Is that so?" Wu Xuan forced a faint smile. "There are many people who look alike in this world; you need not worry about it."
"But..." Zhang Zheng wanted to say more when he was interrupted by a childish voice.
"Daddy!" The little boy broke free from Wu Xuan's hand and ran toward Zhang Zheng with his short legs, affectionately calling out "Daddy" while opening his arms for a hug.
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