Chapter 8
I was skeptical. “What place is so magical?”
My phone buzzed. It was Quincy.
“Off work?”
I ignored Garrett, replying to Quincy.
“Yep!”
“What delicious food did you make today?”
Garrett came closer, seeing the message, his
face darkening.
“Lin Raina, are you sure you like Quincy?”
“Are you afraid of regaining your memory,
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willingly marrying him without knowing?”
He looked unwilling to accept it.
“I checked with a doctor. You need brain
stimulation. That place might help you.
remember.”
I turned off my phone, looking at him.
“Fine, let’s go.”
An hour later, Garrett drove me to Jiang
University.
My alma mater.
Walking around, Garrett told me stories.
“Do you remember here? The field, we used
to walk here when we first got together.”
“This cafeteria, window 2’s sweet and sour
pork was your favorite.”
We stopped by the basketball court.
Many students were playing.
A ball flew towards me.
“Watch out!”
Garrett yelled, intercepting the ball.
I felt myself in his arms, smelling fresh soap.
I looked up and met Quincy’s eyes.
“Why are you here with him?”
“Weren’t you going home for dinner?”
I opened my mouth to explain, but my head
throbbed.
My legs went weak. Quincy caught me before
I fell.
“Raina?”
Quincy picked me up.
He pushed Garrett away, carrying me to the
car.
“Are you feeling sick? Drink some water. I’ll
take you to the hospital!”
I grabbed Quincy’s hand. “Wait.”
“I think…I remember.”
Garrett’s method worked.
Walking around campus, fuzzy memories
started flooding back.
The almost–hit basketball was the trigger.
I understood why Garrett brought me here.
This court was where we met.
He saved me from a flying basketball.
I remembered the good times, and the bad.
The arguments, the misunderstandings, the
messy breakup.
My regret and resentment from the night of
my high fever.
The ride home was silent.
The memories overwhelmed me.
Quincy said nothing.
At home, I saw a table full of food.
It was cold.
“I’ll throw it away,” Quincy said softly.
“No, I can reheat it,” I said quickly.
He looked up, his eyes red.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry for keeping it from you.”
