Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Crash!
The handphone slipped out of his hands and fell on the floor. Instead of picking it up, Shang Jing stared at the still-lit screen with disbelief. The word【Hubby】glowed at him unapologetically.
Based on his identity card, he was only 21 years old.
Did I really… get married at such a young age?
And… With a man?!
I’m gay?!
Shang Jing felt like his head was about to explode as a million possibilities ran through his mind.
Everything felt so surreal to him.
He was suffering from amnesia, not a personality change!
To get married at such a young age, it did not sound like what he would do. The most plausible explanation he could think of was that it was a penalty to save the contact details as such after losing a bet to a friend.
However, without sufficient evidence, it would be rude for him to call the number to confirm his suspicion.
Shang Jing nervously opened the final app on the homescreen, the Memo app.
He was not expecting to find anything here. After all, ‘he’ was leading an extreme minimalist life.
However, contrary to his expectations, the Memo app was locked with a password.
Hope returned to Shang Jing as his eyes glowed with anticipation. He typed in the same set of numbers as his ATM pin… Password correct!
A long list of entries, titled by their date, appeared. They were arranged neatly by their creation date, from the oldest to the latest.
Shang Jing was a little nervous.
He currently had nothing to his name and no recollection of his life. These entries would serve as a biography of his past 21 years of life, a record of his personal history. Whether he was a good or cruel man, optimistic or pessimistic, whether he had a social circle, all of these would be revealed in these diary entries.
However, with such severe amnesia, he could not help the rising feeling of shame as though he was snooping on someone else’s life. He clenched his fist tightly to muster some courage and randomly clicked on an entry. With a deep breath, he rested his gaze on the words.
The first line caused him to choke.
【Hubby looks so good in that s
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