The Mind of a Memory Puppet
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Summary
Sylas lost his memory.
He looked at me warily and asked who I was.
With the pure, malicious intent of destroying his cultivation path, I smiled sweetly and replied, "I'm your wife."
He didn't believe me, but I knew him like the back of my hand. He liked dark colors, drank strong tea, and practiced his swordplay every morning at 7 AM sharp.
After a thousand years as sworn enemies, I knew every mole on his back.
He had no choice but to believe me and quickly accepted the role.
