Summary
On Gu Huai’s thirtieth birthday, in front of everyone, I was force-fed hard liquor by his first love.
“She’s more fun when she’s drunk, do you want to see?”
Everyone was a little worried: “Mr. Gu, is this really okay?”
Gu Huai’s tone was cold, “It’s fine, she has dementia anyway.”
“Tomorrow, when she wakes up, she won’t remember anything.”
He held my hand, like a docile puppet.
Because no matter how he treated me, the next morning, I would only remember that he loved me.