Synopsis:
In Yu Ran’s life, the warmth he can offer is limited, and he has already given it all to that woman. How can he smile at anyone else in the future? Love has never faded; she has merely forgotten, while he still remembers…
Amnesia is not terrifying; what is terrifying is encountering the wolf that once took you into its den again after losing your memory. Shen Qian looked at Yu Ran with her bright, clear eyes, “Mr. Yu, how do I find the path to your heart?” Yu Ran smiled, “I’ll show you the way.” A relentless devotion from the beginning to the end, a lifetime dedicated to just one woman. If she loses her way, he will gently guide her back. A heartwarming and healing story, filled with melodramatic twists and turns. Please come equipped with a lightning rod for clichés -_-|||
Content Tags: Urban Romance, Wealthy Families
Search Keywords: Protagonists: Shen Qian (a veterinarian), Yu Ran (a pilot beast) ┃ Supporting Roles: Dogs ┃ Others: Amnesia, Military High-Rank Officials, Clichés
Chapter 1…
Shen Qian is a woman who has lost her memory. Her memories before the age of twenty are a complete blank. She only remembers waking up from a hospital bed, with a middle-aged woman rushing towards her, calling her “Qianqian” incessantly. That woman claimed to be Shen Qian’s mother. Shen Qian told her she had lost her memory, but her mother just smiled, not seeming particularly distressed by Shen Qian’s amnesia. Shen Qian had no father; in her subsequent memories, she lived with her mother, dependent on each other. Shen Qian’s family was not well-off; her mother had no stable job, and with the ongoing medical expenses, they were stretched thin. After waking up, Shen Qian recuperated for about a month or two before picking up her textbooks again, returning to her senior year of high school, studying with unwavering focus for a year. However, Shen Qian was already quite old by then; she was twenty when she regained her memory. Shen Qian was curious about how she lost her memory, and her mother reluctantly mentioned it was due to a fall down the stairs. Shen Qian believed it. She also asked about her past, and her mother would recount trivial matters, but there wasn’t a single photo in the house for her to reminisce over. In the early years, Shen Qian was still curious about her past, mainly because of the nine evenly spaced ear piercings on her left ear, from the earlobe to the cartilage, suggesting they were all pierced at once and were quite old, while her right ear only had one ordinary piercing. But as time passed, her curiosity waned. She thought, the past is the past; without memory, so be it. What matters is living well now. Yes, she was doing quite well. Although her grades weren’t great, she managed to get into a second-tier university, studying the least popular major. Shen Qian would eventually become a veterinarian, a doctor who treats animals. A girl named Jingjing from the same alley often remarked that Shen Qian was pitiful, unable to treat humans and relegated to treating animals. Indeed, Shen Qian’s fate was quite tragic; she initially wanted to be a farmer, choosing agricultural university, but due to her grades, she was assigned to veterinary science. That was one thing, but she was then taken under the wing of a professor specializing in “animal hybridization,” becoming his last disciple, spending days studying the crossbreeding of different animal species. After years of diligent study, Shen Qian had acquired some skills. She graduated and started working at a small veterinary clinic as an obstetrician for animals, essentially an animal nanny.
At the age of twenty-five, Shen Qian finally couldn’t stand the loneliness anymore and got herself a three-month-old male dog. Her colleague, best friend, and university classmate, Li Meili, criticized Shen Qian’s taste in pets, questioning why she would choose to raise a mixed-breed sheepdog. Although purebred sheepdogs are expensive, mixed breeds are considered of low status, often ending up as meat dogs. Shen Qian, however, was fond of this little mongrel, affectionately naming him “Zamao.” Perhaps the humbler the dog, the more eager it is to please its owner; Zamao would nuzzle Shen Qian’s feet, lying at her feet, and would accompany her to and from work, almost like they were joined at the hip. It seemed as if they were “in love.” As Li Meili was about to get married, Shen Qian’s only male companion was this “Zamao.” Li Meili then earnestly asked, “I say, Qianqian, you can treat men like dogs, but don’t expect dogs to act like men. You still need a man to have a home.” Shen Qian gave a soft laugh; as a twenty-five-year-old woman without even a male friend, her situation was indeed quite pathetic. Li Meili’s husband, Gao Changfeng, was a classmate of Shen Qian’s during her senior year repeat, one of the longest-standing memories for her. Their relationship was good back then, and Shen Qian even introduced and facilitated the relationship between Li Meili and Gao Changfeng, leading to their marriage. Whenever Li Meili urged Shen Qian to go on blind dates or meet more men, Gao Changfeng would always cheerfully interject, “If you need men, our team is full of them.” Gao Changfeng was a SWAT officer, dealing with dangerous criminals. Whenever men were mentioned, Zamao would start growling at Gao Changfeng, his voice incredibly loud, showing his strong possessiveness. “Well, this dog thinks of her as his own,” Li Meili said with a helpless look. Shen Qian immediately pointed at Li Meili and commanded Zamao, “Go tear her skirt.” “Woof woof…” Zamao leaped up and dashed towards Li Meili, who, scared, clutched her skirt and ran out. Shen Qian burst into laughter at the sight.
