Stolen Light

He bound himself to a love strategy system, but mistook his target and pampered me for three years. The day the true heroine appeared, he chose me—yet the system demanded his memory as punishment. After losing his memory, he looked at me like a stranger. I hurled the 365-page memoir he had written at him, but he pulled me close by the waist: "Why? I don't know you, but my body craves you like madness." I smiled, looped my arms around his neck, and whispered: "Because your heart—I stole it long ago."