After making an appointment with a lawyer to make a will, I resigned from the company.

...

In the remaining days, I would do things that I wanted to do before but couldn't under the pressures of life.

I wanted to take wedding photos, travel with Nathan, and get him a lucky charm.

In my life, my family treated me as a moneymaker. I neither had close friends nor had been in love.

I only had Nathan.

He should be willing to stay with me, right?

In the last memories, I hoped we could have a happy time together.

But I knew that if I didn't tell him about my illness, he would consider me selfish and cruel the day he found me dead.

So I would tell him about this tonight and let him be mentally prepared.

In my final moments, I wanted to be at his side no matter what he wanted to do.

It was still early, only a few hours away from 7 o'clock in the evening. I didn't want to waste time, so I made an appointment with a photography studio and looked up places to visit.

At half past six, I took a taxi to Anvil Bar.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a middle-aged man in a suit stopped me and asked kindly, "Are you Piper Jones?"

"Yes."

"You're here for Nathan, right? Please follow me."

I looked at him in confusion and nodded hesitantly.

I set foot inside, and it was luxurious and splendid.

It fascinated me and I couldn't remember which way to go back.

The middle-aged man pushed open the door of a private room.

The people inside suddenly stopped talking and laughing.

I walked in.

At a glance, I saw the man sitting in the middle of the leather sofa.

It was Nathan.

But he didn't look like the Nathan I knew.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, and even his hair was neatly combed back. His steely dark eyes fell on me as if he was looking at a stranger.

I was confused. What was going on?

"Hey, who are you? You're in the wrong place."

A man said sarcastically with a New York accent, halting my wandering thoughts. It was then that I noticed other young men and women in the private room.

They were wearing almost all the luxury goods that I could only see online.

More than ten people shifted their unfriendly gazes to me. I was apparently not welcome among them.

I couldn't help but look at Nathan.

I even doubted whether the man in front of me just looked very similar to Nathan.

I thought wildly. Nathan lost his memory. Is this person Nathan's brother?

"I'm asking you a question. Are you mute? Say something!" Another impatient voice snapped.

This time, Nathan spoke.

"I invited her here."

The private room instantly quieted down.

I froze for a moment and then pondered.

Oh, so he is my Nathan.

I walked towards him with a smile and asked, "I'm here to pick you up. Why are you here?"

"Sit down and have a drink together."

Nathan poured a glass of wine, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

What was wrong with him?

I suddenly felt like crying. Lips pursed, I bent down to pick up the glass of wine he had poured and drank it all in one go.

The strong wine made my throat constrict, and I doubled over in embarrassment and coughed violently.

My eyes were moist with tears, and I barely managed to suppress the urge to cough. Then I looked up at Nathan.

He looked at me coldly as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Nathan, who is this strange girl?"

I froze.

Something that I had been ignoring suddenly became clear. "Have you recovered your memory?"

"Yes."

I held my breath and felt happy for Nathan. But when I saw his cold face, my joy instantly gave way to dejection.

"Do you want to go home with me?"

"No, I have something to do."

I held back the tears in my eyes. "Okay then, you go ahead."

I turned around to leave.

After a pause, under everyone's unfriendly gaze, I turned to look at Nathan. "May I ask what your full name is?"

Nathan lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and looked at me with steely eyes. "Nathan Garcia."

"Okay." I raised an eyebrow and turned away.

I didn't catch my breath until I was out of there.

I clutched my bag until my knuckles hurt.

It was a good thing that Nathan's memory came back.

It was a good thing indeed.

His memory came back, and he had many things to sort out. I should give him time.

I should give him time.

I went home.

I sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

I got up and turned on the computer to make a travel plan.

Nathan would finish his business in a few days and we would travel together.

I wrote and drew on a notebook.

I wanted to go to Boston to see the grasslands, mountains, and herds of cattle and sheep.

I wanted to visit the waterfalls in California and go to Grace Church in Delaware to get a lucky charm for Nathan.

I would find out all the information about every place and then make a travel plan.

Late at night, my heavy eyelids drooped, but my mind was clear.

The next day, the owner of the bridal shop called me.

I then remembered that I made an appointment to take wedding photos today.