Novel & Cerita Why Does Muichiro Forget Everything

She'd taken a flight all the way here to my hometown to look for me, and yet, the only things she could remember were the smaller, menial events. "So, you think that I'm going to stop being angry at you just because you've already apologized to me? Is that why you came to apologize in the first place? "What about the next time you forget again? Are you going to accuse me of not telling you about my phobias or allergies again?" Bridget looked up at once. "No way! I just really forgot about them this time. I've been too busy—" "Busy with what?" She froze. I continued, "Busy getting together with your friends? Busy going for barbecues at the beach? Busy meeting up with your high school teacher

But I did not until he opened his mouth and said a word. What was completely going on with my wolf? Lately, I've been experiencing emptiness within me that no matter how hard I try to remember things, the deeper thought I will dig, the deeper I forgot everything. Did not even remember how the hell I got to Big Boss' dungeon. "Doctor Mike already decided to put you along with the lion's den after checking all your wounds and bruises were impressively got healed," he added. "Doctor Mike?" Could not help but ask. "Who is Doctor Mike?"

Yvonne pressed. Macy admitted, "Sometimes I can’t remember things, so I write them down in a notebook and look at it when I forget." Macy seemed aware of her unusual memory issues. Sofia, increasingly anxious, shook Kiran’s arm. "Master, what’s happening to my mother?" Kiran, unsure who had poisoned Macy, suspected Cedric had taken advantage of her. Every rebirth reset her memory, which could be a blessing, erasing painful memories. He smiled at Sofia. "I’m not sure, but it seems to be a good thing."

CHAPTER 151: Remembering My True Love No one’s POV: Christopher stepped backwards one step away. “Do you remember Mukgu now?” He asked as confirmation. Mingchan looked at him and nodded. “Yes, I even remember you attacking me and making me like this.” Mingchan said. ‘He is really incredible, how can he remember everything even without a memory card? What is happening?’ Christopher thought and was really finding the situation so weird. Christopher looked away. “Oh, I am so sorry about that Mingchan, it was because of my mission and..” Christopher replied.

I confessed as he nodded, “I don’t know why I can’t remember him, but this has happened before. Sometimes some people have come to me as if we had met but I couldn’t remember them and when I try to recall I end up with migraines.” “Does this happen often?” he looked at me sincerely. “It used to happen a lot, especially after the coma. A lot of people asked me questions I couldn’t answer and now it happened after all these years.” I sighed, “I’m about to dig into my past and I’m afraid I might forget you too,” I looked down. ‘Hey,” his voice was soft as he lifted my chin with his hooked finger, “I think I understand you more than you think. You are scared. You have been through unimaginable t

she asked, slipping into doctor mode because it was the only thing keeping her steady. “Alive,” he said. A faint flicker of something almost like dry humor. Then his brow furrowed slightly. Confusion. “I think.” Lotty’s stomach tightened. She’d seen it before. Head trauma. Memory loss. “How much do you remember?” she asked carefully. His eyes stayed on hers. Too focused. Too aware. “Not much,” he admitted. Her breath caught. “How much is ‘not much’?” she pressed. He exhaled slowly, like even that cost him. “I know what this is,” he said, glancing briefly at the room. “Hospital. ICU.” His gaze returned to her. “I know what you are,” he added quietly.

Not really. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said the moment he saw me. “Then why haven’t you locked your door?” I snapped, shoving the flash drive into his palm. “I need to know if it’s real.” He stared at it for a long time. Then sighed. “I warned you both,” he said. “Back then. Memory tampering comes at a cost.” “I don’t care. I want it back.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you ready to remember everything?”

I ask, raising my brow in irritation. Luca takes a deep breath as I wait for him to explain further. “Chloe, I won’t force you to stay here, but if I let you go, you need to talk to Sukie about returning your memories,” he says in a calm voice, “Then you can decide who you want to spend your life with.” I fight to keep my jaw from dropping. “You’re just going to let me leave? After all this time,” I ask, skeptically. Luca stood straight, walking towards me. “I thought your memories would have come back on their own but looks like that is not happening,” he explains., “If you could remember us, you wouldn’t leave. I know it,” He proclaims, pushing a strand of my hair away from my face. Then

"Yes, just tell me that what's in there for me? What are you gonna paint for me? I wish to know", she requested politely. He narrowed his eyes, and looked up at the sky, trying to remember it, he was a forgetful old man, with an attention deficit. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers, looking around trying to remember, forcing his brain to recall. "Ah, my failing memory. I cannot stress on my little forgetful brain that much. I can't remember", he refused polietly. Murphy stood there looking at her anxiously, waiting for him to say anything that would merely give her a hint further.