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Please Don't Remember Me

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Please Don't Remember Me On the night they finally became husband and wife, Nishibi Haruto and Zangetsu Sakura share what should have been the beginning of a lifelong happiness. But fate does not grant them time to enjoy it. A sudden accident takes their lives. Yet death is not the end. Before the Goddess of Heaven and the God of Hell, the couple is given a second chance—reborn in another world where magic breathes and destiny bends. But mercy comes at a cost. A curse is placed upon them. Haruto is afflicted with **The Unremembering**—a slow erosion of existence where the world gradually forgets him. Names slip away, faces blur, and even love becomes uncertain. Meanwhile, Sakura’s memories of him are sealed, hidden deep within her soul. Together, they begin a new life in a strange world—laughing, traveling, and falling in love all over again without realizing they already had once before. But Haruto knows. And he lies. As Sakura slowly grows suspicious of the emptiness she cannot explain, fragments of their past begin to return to her—piece by piece, feeling by feeling. Yet every memory she regains brings him closer to vanishing completely. Because in the end, the price of remembering him… is losing him all over again. And when the world finally forgets Nishibi Haruto— only Zangetsu Sakura may still remember the love that once defied even the gods.
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