Lin Anlan lost his memory, but fortunately, his boyfriend didn’t mind and remained gentle and doting, spoiling him rotten. Lin Anlan felt at ease—until one day, he discovered an album in their shared home filled entirely with solo photographs of himself, from his school days to his current status as a top-tier idol. On the back of the last photo, written in black pen, were the words: *I want him.* * Cheng Yu had loved Lin Anlan for eight years. He longed to have him but never dared to make a reckless move. Then, on that stormy night, he heard knocking at the door. When he opened it, Lin Anlan stood there drenched, his ink-black hair damp, his lips strikingly alluring like roses in the dark. “Do I live here?” he asked. Cheng Yu said nothing. Lin Anlan frowned, confused and vulnerable. “I’m sorry, there are some things I can’t remember… Are you my boyfriend? Do I live here?” Shocked yet suppressing his emotions, Cheng Yu smiled gently and led Lin Anlan inside, his tone tender as if they were truly lovers. “Yes,” he replied. “You’re back too late, sweetheart.” *I love you most in this world—past, present, and future.* —Cheng Yu