Chapter 2

The hospital room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Only at this moment did I finally take a careful look at the two people standing by my bedside.

Julian was different from how I remembered him before I lost consciousness.

He looked more mature now, more like his father.

When he wore a suit, he no longer looked like a child wearing adult clothes.

And Harmony, standing quietly beside him, was no longer the scholarship student I remembered who always wore T-shirts and jeans.

My gaze fell on the Chanel brooch at her chest.

I remembered I once had a similar one—it was my eighteenth birthday gift from my mother.

The first time Harmony went on stage as a student representative, I had even asked if she wanted to wear my brooch.

Back then, she had lowered her head and smiled shyly, her dimples full of nervousness and uncertainty.

She had said: "Snow, this is too expensive."

"I can't wear a brooch that costs several years of my living expenses to give a speech."

But now, she wore a beautiful brooch, carried a bag worth tens of thousands, wore exquisite makeup, and her perfume smelled elegant and pleasant.

Harmony seemed to sense my gaze and opened her mouth, wanting to explain something.

But I still smiled and said, "Looks like our Harmony is living the life she wanted."

"Congratulations."

"Enough!"

Julian's roar interrupted my reminiscence. His handsome eyebrows were knitted tightly together. "Snow Miller, how long are you going to keep up this act! Don't think I'll fall for you just because you're playing crazy! I'm telling you, it's impossible!"

I looked at Julian in confusion. "Why would you fall for me?"

"Aren't you already with Harmony?"

Harmony finally found a chance to speak. Her eyes had somehow turned red. "Snow, listen to me."

"Julian and I aren't what you think. I... we didn't..."

But the doctor who pushed the door open interrupted her words.

"Miss Miller, do you feel any discomfort right now?"

I gently shook my head. My hair rubbed against the pillowcase, making a soft rustling sound.

"But... why do they keep saying I'm thirty years old?"

"Isn't it 2018?"

"Doctor, why would they play this kind of joke on a patient!"

The doctor's expression became grave.

In the end, Julian and Harmony were asked to leave the room.

After that, many doctors and nurses came and went.

Finally, as the sun crashed into the horizon, they reached a conclusion.

"Miss Miller, you've lost your memory."

"You've lost all memories from the cliff fall in 2018 to when you rolled down the stairs a month ago."

I watched their mouths opening and closing, but it was as if I couldn't hear any sound at all.

So...

I'm really thirty years old this year?

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