Space Odyssey: Spectre - Chapter 91: Still doesn’t have a name

Yan Hua loses her memory in an accident. Later, she is pregnant with someone else’s child. After kicked out of her husband’s house, Yan Hua is about to perform the story of an inspiring mother raising her child. Unexpectedly, the baby is regarded as a real treasure and, thus a bunch of people are rushing to acknowledge as the baby’s relatives. Therefore, Yan Hua is drawn into the whirlpool of disputes inside a noble family with ambitious aunt and unproved mysterious brother-in-law… Who is the father of her child? Who is she? Facing all these issues, what is her choice?

- Description from Novelupdates

Nestled between dangerous roads and distant kingdoms, there exists a Tavern.Trail's End.Adventurers come here with sore shoulders and tired hearts.Some stay for the food.Others for the soft beds.Most for the man behind the bar.Kio doesn’t talk much.He listens.He knows things he shouldn’t.And somehow, he always knows exactly what each woman needs—be it a charm, a whispered warning, a guidance, or a night tangled in his arms.He offers no magic.No training.Just comfort.And yet, those who leave always feel… lighter.Clearer.As if something was set right inside them.They never quite know why.But they always come back.** This is kind of a Slice of Life Novel **_________MATURE WARNING - Smut, R18.Contains kinks.Ex. Anal, bdsm, bondage, threesomes, orgies.Slice of LifeNo Ntr, No Yuri ( No girls loving each other)

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.