On the day Brian turned thirty, in the plain sight of everyone, I was made to booze a large glass of liquor by the woman he adored in his heart.

"It’s funny when Shirley get drunk. Does everyone want to see?"

A concerned look came over the faces around:

"Mr. Maxwell, is this really okay?"

With cold and indifferent tone, "It's fine, she has amnesia anyway." replied Brian.

"After waking up again, she won't remember anything."

He held my hand, making me like an obedient puppet.

For no matter what, when I woke up the next day, all that remained in my memory was my affection for him.