The Plan Unfolds

Xueyao had always been cunning, and now, her desperation had pushed her to new extremes. It wasn't enough that she had managed to get close to Ming again after years apart. It wasn't enough that Hua, the girl Ming truly cared for, was out of the picture. Xueyao needed to ensure that Ming was hers entirely—mind, body, and soul.

The private doctor she had hired specialized in untraceable, underground procedures. Amnesia, he assured her, could be induced without any lasting physical harm. The catch was that the memories would be selective. Only the parts Xueyao wanted erased would vanish—everything about Hua, everything about their love, everything that could tie Ming to anyone but her.

Xueyao sat in a sterile room, watching as the doctor prepared the injection that would alter Ming's life forever. He lay unconscious on the table, unaware of what was happening to him, a victim of Xueyao's manipulation. His face, normally so peaceful, was now tense as if his subconscious was resisting.

"Are you sure about this?" the doctor asked, looking over his shoulder at Xueyao.

"Do it," Xueyao said, her voice cold and unyielding. "Make him forget everything about her. I want to be the only thing he remembers."

The doctor hesitated for a moment but then administered the injection, the liquid slowly disappearing into Ming's bloodstream. Xueyao held her breath, watching closely as Ming's body relaxed under the effects of the drug.

It didn't take long. The doctor assured her the effects would be immediate. Ming would wake up with no memory of Hua, no recollection of their love or any moments they had shared. His mind would be reset, and Xueyao would be his only tether to reality.

Hours later, Ming stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Xueyao was by his side immediately, her hand gripping his as if she had been waiting for this moment forever.

"Ming?" she whispered softly, her voice dripping with false concern.

Ming blinked, his gaze unfocused, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Xueyao?" he asked weakly. "What... where am I?"

"You were in an accident," Xueyao lied smoothly, her fingers brushing through his hair. "You've been unconscious for a while. But don't worry, I'm here. I'll take care of you."

Ming's eyes darted around the room, his confusion growing. He tried to sit up, but Xueyao gently pushed him back down. "Rest," she insisted. "You need to recover."

"I feel like..." Ming's voice trailed off as if he were trying to grasp at something just out of reach. "I feel like I'm forgetting something important."

Xueyao's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "Don't worry about that right now," she said softly. "I'm here, and that's all that matters."

Ming frowned, his gaze searching her face as if he were looking for answers. "But... was there someone else? Someone I should remember?"

"No," Xueyao said quickly, her grip on his hand tightening. "There's no one else. It's just us. It's always been just us."

Ming's confusion slowly faded as he nodded, accepting her words. Xueyao smiled, relief flooding through her. The plan had worked. Ming was hers now, completely and utterly. And no one—not Hua, not his family, not even his closest friends—would ever take him away from her again.

In the days that followed, Xueyao made sure to isolate Ming from everyone who might try to remind him of his past. She moved him to Shanghai, far away from the city where Hua lived, and hired a private doctor to continue monitoring his condition. She fabricated stories about their past, feeding him lies to make him believe that they had always been in love, that their future together had always been certain.

Ming, lost in his amnesia, had no reason to doubt her. He trusted Xueyao completely, clinging to her as his only source of stability in his fractured world. The memory of Hua was gone, erased from his mind as if she had never existed.

But deep down, in the corners of his subconscious, there were still shadows of those lost memories. Every now and then, Ming would have fleeting moments of déjà vu—a familiar scent, a song that stirred something deep within him. And in those moments, he felt an emptiness he couldn't explain, a sense of loss he couldn't put into words.

Xueyao noticed these moments, too, and each time she would distract him, pulling him back into the carefully constructed world she had built for them. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fully erase the traces of Hua that lingered in Ming's heart.

Yet, for now, her plan was working. Ming was hers, and Hua was nothing more than a forgotten chapter in his life. But Xueyao knew that she couldn't afford to let her guard down. If Hua ever found out what had happened, if she ever came looking for Ming, everything could unravel.

And so, as the days turned into weeks, Xueyao tightened her grip on Ming, determined to keep him in her control. But even she couldn't predict the strength of the love that Hua and Ming had once shared—a love that, no matter how deeply buried, might still find a way to rise again.