"What's a lover? He lives like a dog without me. He would be happy if he was asked to die," Rachel replied with laugh.
My heart felt like it was stabbed by something.
In the car accident five years ago, she used her body as a human shield to protect me.
Before closing her eyes, she held my shaking hand and weakly comforted me over and over again, "Don't be afraid, husband. I can even give up my life for you. No one can hurt you."
A person who loves me so much could really become unrecognizable because of amnesia.
My throat felt like it was filled with rust and it was astringent and painful. I took a deep breath and smiled slightly, "Sorry, you got the wrong person. Besides, I'm married."
After a few seconds of silence, the scene suddenly broke out into violent laughter.
Rachel raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, "Married? Married to a garbage collector or a street sweeper?"
"Mike, you don't think I'll be jealous for finding such a lame excuse, do you? Is your brain okay?"
She keenly noticed the familiar watch on my hand and rudely pulled my wrist, pulling it off without waiting for my reaction.