bIn /bthe end, we still didn’t get divorced.

Honestly, not just Ferris, even Simon looked shocked.

The me who used to only endure silently and speak gently now had fire in my yes and thorns in my words.

They were escorted to the car by Ferris’s bodyguards, with people still holding up phones to take pictures outside. By the time we got homeb, /bbthe /binte would probably be in chaos again.

bI /bgot in the car without saying a word, my eyes stinging terribly.

Ferris sat beside me, hands stiffly ced on his legs, as if he didn’t know where to put them properly.

He was always like this – when problems arose, his first reaction was silence, like a child who never knew how to express himself.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice so low it seemed he was afraid I’d hear: “I wronged you before.”

I didn’t respond, just turned my face toward the window, forcibly holding back my emotions.

He couldn’t see me, naturally couldn’t catch changes in my expression, only hearing my silence cold as ice.

He must have felt terrible inside, but I had no energy left to sympathize with him.

“In my memory…” he paused, as if recalling something, “you loved me very much, I-”

“I” what? “I love you too“?

He didn’t say it.

Because today at the civil affairs bureau, every word I said was like a needle piercing his ears.

He understood – he had treated me very badly before.

I still didn’t speak, burying my head low between my legs, gripping my knees so hard my knuckles turned white, trying to control myself, not to cry out loud.

These years, I had really been too wronged.

But in others‘ eyes, I seemed like Cindere who had climbed up the socialdder – even now that Ferris was blind, wanting divorce made me someone everyone despised as “ungrateful.”

Suddenly, I heard a slight movement.

He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then ced his palm on my shoulder.

In that moment, my body stiffened.

From marriage until now, Ferris had never activelyforted me, let alone humbled himself.

I looked up, seeing his helpless expression, as if even cing his hand on my shoulder required tremendous courage.

I couldn’t help but ask: “Ferris, why did you have to lose your memory?”

He didn’t speak, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, as if even breathing hurt.

I pped his hand away: “Don’t touch me.”

His hand froze in mid–air. After a long while, he slowly withdrew it.

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b“/bbOkay/bb,/bb” /bhe bsaid/b, his bvoice /blight as a sigh.

Hearing this b“/bokay, my heart suddenly felt empty.

If the former Terris was an iceberg, then the current him was like melted ice but had also lost his memory.

That familiar byet /bstrange appearance made my heart ache even more deeply.

The car fell silent.

He probably heard my emotions and suddenly ordered coldly: “Stop the car. non, driver, get out.”

b“/bYes.”

The moment the car doors closed, the entire vehicle fell into dead silence, leaving only the two of us.

“If you want to cry, cry it out,” Ferris said, his tone calm.

I didn’t respond.

He seemed afraid I might suddenly get out of the car, gently reaching toward me, only rxing slightly when his fingertips touched the corner of my

clothes.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “even if we don’t divorce, from now on, I won’t disturb you or be your burden.”

I still didn’t make a sound.

His voice gradually softened, low like a drop of water seeping into fabric: “After six months, we’lle back. I won’t go back on my word.”

I looked up at him and finally spoke: “Good. It’s a deal.”

He seemed stunned for a moment, then forced a smile: “Yes, it’s a deal.”

I didn’t know if he heard the coldness in my voice.

After getting out of the car, I left without looking back.

After I left, Ferris felt as if his heart was being torn apart, the pain unbearable.

Simon got in the car: “Ferris, should we go back to the hospital now?”

Ferris shook his head: “Take me to where I used to live.”

“Yes.”

Ferris didn’t know where he used to live either.

When he woke up in the hospital, he only remembered one person – me.

In his mind, there was only my face and voice; everything else was forgotten.

As for Simon, it was Victoria who told him they had worked together for years.

Simon took Ferris to the vi and called for medical staff bto /be over.

But Ferris interrupted him: “I don’t like having strangers around.”

Simon immediately hung up the phone.

“Should I personally take care of you then?”

“bI /bsaid I don’t like strangers,” Ferris’s voice was particrly cold.

Simon froze in ce.

Ferris was treating him as a stranger foo.

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