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He could not bear it anymore. "You two have been with me for the longest time. You should know better than anyone what I have done to you. But are you really disappointed in me today?" As soon as he finished speaking, a strange look flashed across Mu Yan's eyes as he looked at Mo Zixiao. It was obvious that their young master had regained his memory. It seemed that he had already remembered what had happened. What should come would come. Although he had already anticipated what would happen today when he agreed, he did not expect that this day would come so early.

Maru said to the system. "Affirmative, Maru." Madame Ais responded. "Thank you, Madame Ais." Maru said to the system. He waited for Madame Ais's reply but none was given after five breaths. Maru tried sleeping but the entire day flashed back before his eyes. He saw the deaths in that village. An image of the man he murdered also reappeared. Maru wished that he could forget his ugly face. But every time he closed his eyes, the picture of his gory death would once more come into existence. Like a constant reminder of what he had done.

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

Shakily I put my hands beneath me and push myself up and onto my knees and take a good look around me. This was where we kept the trouble makers and law breakers back when Alpha Lupin was in charge. The lump of regret that settles at the back of my throat is now a familiar symptom of the guilt I feel daily. My one good eye adjusts to the darkness and I scan the walls to find what I’m looking for. Then the glint of metal shines with a fierce flash as the moon releases light from behind a dark cloud. That will do, it’s been a while since I had the need to hold such a weapon, but tonight is do or die. My legs shake beneath me and I slowly make my way over to the wall at the far side of the room

“I’m sure your parents are searching high and low for you.” “Are you trying to get rid of me?” asked Miho. “Am I a burden to you?” “What?” asked the strange man in disbelieve. “Never mind” said Miho taking her bag pack and her fried chips and ran out. The strange man was left confused. Miho ran down the narrow street as fast as her legs could allow her. She tripped and fall causing her fired chips to fall down. She got up and kept running. Again she tripped and fall as she lied down crying.

It had been nearly a month since that incident, and he was only remembering it now? However, I recalled the string of unread messages on my phone when I woke up this morning, and it suddenly clicked. So, this was his idea of compensation. I didn't say a word as I continued to focus on helping Ryan get dressed. Ryan, on the other hand, was incredibly excited. With wide eyes, he gazed at me. "Mommy, I want to go!"

"Twenty-eight years of being the disappointment, the reckless one, the spare. And in the end, he doesn't even remember enough to know which twin tried to destroy him professionally, let alone which twin he tried to destroy in return." I reached over and took his hand, saying nothing, because there was nothing useful to say to a grief that specific, that strange, mourning a man who was technically still alive and somehow already gone. "I'm sorry," I said eventually, the only honest thing I had. "Don't be. I'm not sure I am, entirely." He turned to look at me, his dark eyes red-rimmed but steady. "I spent three days deciding what I actually wanted, Mia. Not what I wanted to win, not what I wan

After seconds of silence, he finally raised his head and said, "You got lost. You probably don't remember, but it must have been due to stress and staying up late every night. When I found you, you already passed out, and then you muttered something. You said you wanted to forget it. I don't know what that was, but I erased that night and took you back to your dorm." Marianne's heart dropped instantly, not because she now felt she had accused him, but because she now understood why he did what he did. If there was anything at all she wanted to forget, it was that one thing. She didn't need her memories to come back before she knows what it is. It had always been that one. How she could neith