Chapter 4

Julian let out a cold laugh.

"Snow Miller, get back to your own room."

"I want to see how long you can keep up this act."

"You like pretending to have amnesia, don't you?"

"Then stay here. When you remember who you are, then you can talk about moving out!"

With that, he led the little girl named Mia past me.

As he passed, he lowered his voice and said: "I hope by then, you'll still be willing to leave."

I was left alone in the empty living room.

When Harmony heard me say "won't disturb your family of three," she suddenly covered her face and ran off.

She seemed to be crying again.

Soon, I heard the voices of a man and child comforting Harmony from one of the inner rooms.

I was glad no one was paying attention to me, so I wandered around the house alone.

On the shelf in the living room sat photos of the three of them together.

It seemed to be taken at an amusement park, with huge, brilliant fireworks behind them.

Harmony leaned in Julian's arms, smiling tenderly.

And Mia, held by her hand, was looking up at them, with happiness practically solidified in the corners of her eyes and brows.

I also saw Harmony's trophy, matching mugs, and an essay Mia had written titled "My Mom."

Her still-childish handwriting carefully spelled out: "My mom's name is Harmony Brown. She's a beautiful and independent woman."

I read through it bit by bit, but the dull pain in my chest somehow grew more and more pronounced.

When I reached the last photo of Julian and Harmony together, I was in so much pain I couldn't straighten my back.

Just then, the door sounded. A woman carrying bags of vegetables came in.

Seeing my pale face, she quickly dropped the vegetables and rushed over to support me.

"Ma'am! You're out of the hospital!"

"Oh my, you're covered in sweat. Let me help you to the sofa."

My cold, sweaty palm rested weakly on her arm. "I'm fine."

"Could you please take me to my room?"

"I don't know which room I'm supposed to stay in."

Under the woman's surprised and uncertain gaze, I smiled weakly: "The doctor said I've lost my memory. There are a lot of things I can't remember now."

She supported me all the way to a room in the farthest corner.

When she pushed open the door, the smell of moisture and dust hit me in the face, making me cough twice.

The woman's expression looked somewhat embarrassed, as if she also thought this room was too shabby.

But in the end, she didn't explain anything. As she closed the door, she said softly: "Maybe forgetting is for the best."

I stumbled over to the small wooden bed and sat down. The wooden planks beneath me creaked under the weight.

Only at this moment did I belatedly recall that the woman had called me "ma'am."

But shouldn't the ma'am of this house be Harmony?

I was so confused by everything that had happened these past few days, but as I looked around the room, I spotted a pen abandoned in the corner of the desk.

That pen was my father's keepsake. I never went anywhere without it.

If it was here now, it meant I must have lived in this room regularly.

But why would I keep living in someone else's house?

Didn't I have my own home?

At this thought, I forced myself through the severe headache to move to the desk.

In the desk drawer, I found my diary.

And a ring.

And that ring was clearly the same model as the one Julian wore on his ring finger.

The next second, on the first page of the diary, I saw a divorce agreement neatly tucked inside.

Party A's name was Julian Smith.

And following Party B was my name.

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