Hello, Marriage

After the accident, Yan Li’s memory was stuck at eighteen.

Faced with the fact that he was already married, he was livid. “I married a man? Impossible. I’m not even gay.”

Someone asked about me. “Then do you still remember Xu Han?”

Yan Li didn’t hesitate for a second. “Never heard of him. Who’s that?”

I let out a sigh, pushed the door open, and set the chicken soup down on his bedside table.

Just as I was about to leave, Yan Li grabbed my wrist. His eyes were sparkling. “Hello. Are you available for marriage?”