Tang Huaixiao did not want to marry someone who wasn't fully in his right mind. She had her pride.
Shi Jiu, who had lost his memory, was like a blank piece of paper. What was on it was all drawn by the Tang family. He could not remember anything, so when the Tang family asked him to repay them, he did so obediently.
He did not feel disgusted when he saw her face because he did not know what disgust was. He could not even tell if she was beautiful or ugly.
Tang Huaixiao sighed. She did not need Shi Jiu to repay her in this manner. She only wanted him to leave.
There were still a few days before the wedding. She could not wait any longer and would make a move tonight.
The sky gradually darkened.
Tang Huaixiao changed into black clothes and tiptoed into the room. Although there was hardly any noise, Shi Jiu was still startled awake. Before he could speak, he was pressed down heavily. There was a sting on his neck before he fainted.