Three years ago, Damian and I traveled abroad together, and during the trip, he proposed to me.

Unfortunately, a sudden earthquake struck the area, and amidst the chaos, we became separated.

I was rescued while severely injured and clung to the thought of Damian to pull through.

When I saw him again, he was with another woman.

She said that after the accident, he had lost his memory and couldn’t remember anyone.

This woman resembled me, but Damian loved her deeply, and they were about to get married.

It’s fine, as long as he is happy.

But what about me?