Chapter 2
Everything returned to square one.
But Kaleb still appeared every day at the bottom of our dormitory. He came to find Viviana.
Unlike the breakup we had due to forgetting,
She still remembered that relationship, and it was inevitable that she couldn’t get over it
completely.
Kaleb did his best to make her happy.
When I was returning to the dormitory from the library, I happened to see them downstairs. Kaleb
had candied chestnuts and hawthorn pastries, which were said to require a three–hour wait in line,
in Viviana’s hands.
He comforted gently, “Don’t be sad, tomorrow I will take you to catch dolls.”
“Caught many, many cinnamon rabbits that you liked.”
The next second, he looked up and saw me walking towards him.
The light inside the building was too bright, and I couldn’t see his expression as he stood against
the backlight, but I could clearly feel him slightly stiffen.
It was probably because we had just broken up.
Even now, they are nothing more than strangers, not even friends.
Viviana, with red eyes, walked towards me after seeing me. She had probably cried, but she still
smiled at me and said, “Yadira, don’t misunderstand, Kaleb and I are fine. Once he regains his memory, everything will be okay. Right now, he is just helping me shift my focus after a
heartbreak.”
It wasn’t the first she had said this to me. Even though every time I would calmly tell her, “It’s okay,
I don’t remember it anyway, and we’ve already solved the problem.” But this time, I felt a bit
different. I began to wonder if she really had forgotten, or if she was just pretending to forget. I felt
a little hurt because such words always made me feel unimportant.
The next time we met, she would still say it, as if she was certain that we would regain our
memories and be together again.
She would even envy and sigh, “If only I could have amnesia like you, then I wouldn’t be so sad.”
She was indeed very sad, so sad that she used to go out and get drunk right after the breakup, to the extent that one time she bumped into her ex celebrating a friend’s birthday at a bar, and she
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mistakenly thought that person was his new love.
When Kaleb ran over and started fighting with them after they had been loudly shouted at during the argument.
The wine bottle cake shattered on the floor, ruining someone’s birthday banquet. Kaleb’s face was marked with a bloodstain from a broken shard of the bottle, but it was unclear who caused it.
I looked at the wound on his face in shock and blurted out uncontrollably, “Kaleb, can you please not be so impulsive next time!”
He wiped the blood off his wound without a care. “Shouldn’t they be punished for bullying Viviana? Shouldn’t that scumbag be beaten up? Viviana is so upset, why should he be allowed to happily celebrate someone else’s birthday?”
I thought he was unreasonable, but I still softened my voice and pleaded, “Can you please be more careful next time and avoid hurting your face?”
All these past events are what I saw in my diary.
I have always had the habit of writing diaries.
It also recorded that shortly after we got together, we watched a movie together and when we came out, I enthusiastically wanted to grab a butter yellow puppy from a row of claw machines.
Kaleb, with his hands in his pockets, said disinterestedly, “It’s too childish. Claw machines are for
kids.”
But now, he told Viviana that he wanted to take her to catch dolls and catch many, many of her
favorite cinnamon bunnies.
I think, perhaps amnesia caused a change in his perception.
Just like he mentioned in his diary, he said that it was really not worth it to wait in line for three
hours just for that overly sweet osmanthus cake.
I didn’t catch the butter puppy, nor did I eat the hawthorn pastry.
I didn’t even know that what he said was that cake was not worth it.
People are still not valued.
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Chapter 3
Kaleb did not like the conversation between Viviana and me.
She said they had nothing.
I said we had already broken up.
Every time he finished listening, Kaleb would always speak unhappily, “How much can you like someone who can be forgotten? Even if you remember, you won’t be together again.” Yeah, forgetting is forgetting, it means not liking enough.
The past is like smoke, dispersing with a single blow, there is nothing that cannot be let go of.
I wasn’t really interested in the development of their relationship, but strangely enough, I would almost see them together every day. There were quite a few courses in my junior year, and even though Kaleb wasn’t in the same department as us, he would skip his classes every day to accompany Viviana to hers.
I think Kaleb must not have done this for me because soon a girl asked Viviana, “Wow, is this your boyfriend? He looks so handsome!”
Viviana immediately smiled and waved her hand, explaining in Kaleb’s gradually dimming gaze, “No, no, we are just friends.”
The other person ambiguously responded with a “Oh!“, their gaze shifting back and forth between
the two of them, and said, “Friend…”
She did not say anything more, it was all speculation.
She was probably thinking about what kind of friend would accompany her to class every day, buy
her favorite milk tea every time they came, and then accompany her to eat after class, deliberately
separating her from other boys.
Even on rainy days, he would get himself soaked just to prevent her from getting wet.
Directly led to a fever and a cold.
The next day, when he accompanied Viviana to class, he felt so unwell that he slumped on the desk
and dozed off. Then, during the break in the lecture, he suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, “Yadira, I
feel really uncomfortable…”
The sound was not very loud, but it was somewhat abrupt.
The people around me all turned their heads towards me, who was sitting at the back.
Even Viviana nervously asked him, “Kaleb, have you, have you remembered?” The pen stopped
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abruptly, I looked up and then down.
It took a long time before I heard him say very softly, “I feel dizzy, my head is a bit unclear.”
Maybe I was really not sober, because when I went to the clinic to buy Vitamin C Tablets at noon, I happened to see him getting an IV drip. He saw me in his tiredness and the first thing he said was, “Is it shrimp and vegetable porridge again this time?”
We were stunned as soon as the words fell.
I certainly knew the reason why he said this sentence.
There is a record in the diary that whenever he fell ill, I would bring shrimp and vegetable porridge to visit him and eat together.
He furrowed his brow in frustration and said, “Let’s try a different flavor next time.”
I smiled and softly agreed, saying that I would buy shrimp and vegetables next time.
Over time, he became accustomed to it.
But now, he blurts it out in a state of amnesia.
In the silent gaze, his eyes shifted to my empty hands, as if he suddenly realized something. In my slightly bewildered eyes, he said firmly, “Don’t misunderstand, I haven’t regained my memory, I just… just a thought habit, yes, maybe it happened before.”
I didn’t pay attention to his stumbling explanation, casually curved my lips towards him, and said
“No misunderstanding” before leaving the clinic with the Vitamin C Tablets.
The gaze behind me lingered for a long time.
I did not turn back.
The phone in the pocket vibrated slightly, it was the alarm reminder for part–time tutoring a high
school student in math and science.
I rushed over with the prepared lesson, and as soon as I walked in, I heard the students eagerly running out of the study room calling me, “Ms. Doyle.”
The next second, another figure walked out of the study, with a clear and handsome temperament,
clean and upright. He held a test paper between his fingertips, and his gaze fell directly on my face
without any hesitation.
As our eyes met, my smile froze.
The student excitedly told me, “Ms. Doyle, this is my cousin Carson, who I mentioned before, and
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his grades were just as bad as mine. He just returned to the country today.”
Then, turning around, he proudly said to him, “This is Ms. Doyle I was talking about, she is amazing, studying at McCormick University that I have always dreamed of.”
Carson Pruitt stood casually by the door, with one hand in his pocket, and looked at me with a half–smile after listening to her introduction. He said, “Ms. Doyle…”
“Long time no see.”
Chapter 3
