My boyfriend suddenly regained his memories. He remembered his first love, the girl he’d been obsessed with for years. He couldn't wait to break up with me. Our two-year relationship was instantly voided. He warned me: "Forget this relationship ever happened. Pretend we never met." I breathed a sigh of relief. Just yesterday, the System notified me: [Host, your mission is complete.] [Commencing erasure of mission-period memories.] 1 On our two-year anniversary, Asher got into a car accident and fell into a coma. I sat by his bedside for eight hours, only to hear him say: "Anything that happened while I had amnesia was not my own will. Naturally, this two-year relationship doesn't count." He got his memories back, and he wanted to break up. I wasn't surprised by this ending. From the beginning, we hadn't been honest with each other. Back then, he was an amnesiac with broken legs, hurt by love. I was a Redeemer with a mission, sent specifically for him. The System told me: [The mission objective is to help him stand up again.] Not just physically, but mentally. He was too negative and refused treatment. A person who doesn't remember the past and can't see the future is lonely and lifeless. To visualize the mission progress, the System displayed his "Love Value" for me, saying that love could give a person courage again. With love in your heart, you can face any difficulty. When his Love Value for me reached 100, my mission would be complete. I spent two years pulling him out of the abyss, accompanying him as he learned to walk again. The Love Value climbed slowly at first, then soared. Until it stopped at 99. It wouldn't budge. I was anxious but couldn't find the reason. Finally, the System couldn't stand it anymore and reminded me: [Love requires sincerity. You must exchange a true heart for a true heart.] So, I sat on the balcony all night and decided to let go of the mission mindset. I decided to gamble with my real heart. Finally, on our two-year anniversary, while Asher was driving me to our date, we collided with a truck running a red light. In that life-or-death moment, he desperately turned the steering wheel toward himself, leaving the chance of survival to me. In that instant, the System announced: [Love Value Progress: 100%] [Host, your mission is complete.] Fortunately, the cars only scraped past each other. There were no casualties, but Asher fainted from the impact of the airbag. I sat in the hospital room from night until dawn, watching his Love Value drop from 100 to zero. Then it fluctuated up and down until the progress bar disappeared completely. As the sun rose, he opened his eyes and said to me: "Yvonne, let's break up." From the beginning, every Redeemer who completes their mission faces two outcomes. One: Be with the mission target forever. Two: Forget each other and disappear into the crowd. Asher frowned, enunciating every word: "Forget this relationship ever happened. Pretend we never met." This was the ending he chose for us. I looked at him quietly and summoned the System: "Will Asher's Love Value change anymore?" The System was silent for a few seconds, then told me: [Mission complete. The ending is set.] [From now on, Love Value will not be displayed.] Makes sense. Outside of the System, human love and hate don't have visible data anyway. Besides, every look and action from Asher right now was telling me clearly—he didn't need a progress bar. The person he loved now wasn't me. It was his "White Moonlight"—his first love. Sophie. 2 They were childhood sweethearts. Before I even met Asher, the System told me about his past with Sophie. It was a cliché story of unrequited love. Sophie fell for someone else and planned to go abroad with him. Asher chased after her in his car during a heavy rainstorm, crashed, lost his memory, broke his legs, and fell into a deep depression. His friends couldn't stand it and called Sophie. From across the ocean, she only said three things: "It's better if he forgets me. Saves him from pestering me." "We just grew up together. Helping him recover isn't my obligation." "Please don't bother me anymore. My boyfriend will be upset." Asher felt nothing about this. In fact, he was annoyed by his friends constantly bringing up Sophie and emphasizing his love for her. Their reminders only highlighted the fact that he, who should have shared memories with everyone, remembered nothing. Every gathering was full of acquaintances who felt like strangers. He was part of the group, yet an outsider. Surrounded by noise, but empty inside. That was probably why I could approach him so easily. We had no shared past, which was a kind of equality. I smiled and told him: "Our memories start now." Countless moments of eye contact and touch condensed into an Asher who loved me. But when his past memories resurfaced... Our two years couldn't compare to their twenty. To make matters worse, Sophie was back. Just a few days ago, she had a fight with her boyfriend, secretly returned to the country, and appeared in front of the amnesiac Asher in the rain, crying her eyes out: "I have nowhere to go, Asher." Faced with this uninvited guest, Asher was annoyed. He ruthlessly pointed out: "Go home. Stay in a hotel. Sleep under a bridge. Even if you really have nowhere to go, my place isn't a shelter." Sophie looked like she was about to faint, staring at him in disbelief: "You've never spoken to me like that." "Well, sorry about that," Asher sneered. "I forgot how I used to talk to you." I couldn't bear to see her getting soaked, so I handed her an umbrella. She slapped it away, looking at Asher with hurt eyes. "Even if you don't remember, Asher, someone must have told you about our twenty years together. Aren't you afraid you'll regret treating me like this when you get your memory back?" "Or are you doing this on purpose to get back at me for leaving? Finding a random girlfriend just for revenge?" Then she looked at me and scoffed: "Do you know what this is called? Taking advantage of a vacancy." I didn't know if I was taking advantage, chipping away at his defenses while he forgot his love for her. But Sophie was right about one thing. Asher, with his memories restored, regretted it. Unexpectedly, when Sophie heard he was hospitalized, she came to visit. Facing Asher's soft question: "Aren't you mad at me?" She huffed cutely and said: "I'll settle the score after you're discharged." "You got into a car accident; how could I not come?" 3 The hospital room quickly filled with people, and I became the extra one. They chatted animatedly about the past—a life I had never been part of. The conversation always circled back to Asher and Sophie. They went to school together, skipped class together. Asher fought for her, took punishments for her. I suddenly felt it was pointless, so I turned to leave. But Sophie called out to me, extending a warm invitation: "Miss Yu, we're going to celebrate Asher's new lease on life. You should come too." I was about to refuse when Asher spoke up first: "No need. We've broken up. I'm saying it here so everyone knows—don't mention it again." The room went silent for a few seconds before Sophie feigned surprise: "Oh, is that so? Okay then." "But I have to warn you, Miss Yu, don't do things like this in the future. You'll only get hurt." She glanced at Asher playfully and said to me: "Especially... stay far away from big bad wolves like Asher." I nodded and smiled gently: "I will." Asher frowned. Someone laughed and teased: "Tsk tsk, if Asher is a big bad wolf, how did you survive growing up with him, Sophie?" She beamed, her voice crisp: "I'm not afraid of him. I'm the kryptonite for big bad wolves." Everyone laughed. I walked out of the hospital, finally feeling like I could breathe. Bending over, pressing hard on my chest, I asked the System: "How much longer?" Yesterday, when the System announced I had completed the mission, it also notified me: [Commencing erasure of mission-period memories.] This protocol starts by default upon mission completion, but can be terminated at any time once the ending is set. It's a protection mechanism for the Redeemer. After all, a mission is like an immersive life simulation. Many Redeemers suffer severe mental and emotional trauma from the second ending, unable to continue their original lives. Giving your heart is handing someone a knife to hurt you. Right now, that knife was stuck in my heart. It really hurt. The System replied quickly: [Integrating mission data. Please wait.] I couldn't wait. The uncontrollable pain was making me lose it. I needed a distraction. My phone rang. A restaurant name. They said I left something there. Without thinking, I rushed over. When I arrived, the manager told me it was actually Asher's item, but he had listed my number as the emergency contact. I was about to say my identity had changed when the elevator doors opened. I froze. A sea of tulips flooded my vision. Gentle lights twinkled amongst them, stretching all the way to the main hall at the end of the corridor. It was like stumbling into a romantic floral ocean. The manager handed me a velvet box from a cart, smiling warmly: "Mr. Asher rented the entire floor yesterday, but he never showed up, and we couldn't reach him. He left this here." The scene stung my eyes. I didn't need to look inside the velvet box to know what it was. The setting, the atmosphere, and yesterday being our two-year anniversary... it wasn't hard to guess. This was a proposal setup. 4 Asher had planned to propose yesterday. I remembered the nervous look in his eyes in the car, and his excited tone when I asked where we were going: "It's a secret. Saying it early ruins the surprise." So this was the secret he couldn't hide. I never expected it to be revealed like this. I stood there in a daze, then heard footsteps coming from around the corner. Voices, excited. I recognized Asher's friends instantly. "Double happiness, huh?" "Memory recovered! Single again!" "What do you mean 'single again'? Sophie pouted. "He had amnesia, so it doesn't count. It was just play-acting." "You guys, too. I wasn't around, and you didn't watch him properly." "Letting just any woman get close to Asher." Asher's friends never really liked me. They saw me as an intruder in their circle. They only held back because Asher liked me enough, and they saw he was getting better with my help. The relationship maintained a delicate balance. Sophie's return had caused a ripple. After Asher refused to let her in that rainy night, he got an angry call from a friend: "It's pouring rain, and you won't even let her in? Asher, you grew up together! You just don't remember how much you liked her." "Aren't you afraid you'll regret this?" Everyone was sure he would regret it. Asher sneered into the phone: "How many times do I have to say I only like Yvonne? You keep bringing up Sophie—is it me who likes her, or you guys who like her but are too chicken to admit it, using me as a cover?" Silence on the other end. Asher threw the phone aside and hugged me, his voice softening: "So annoying. Why does everyone say I like her?" "Is liking someone hidden in memories?" I smiled and hugged him back, thinking for a moment. "Liking someone is hidden in the heart." But now, the 'like' in his heart was clearly no longer for me. Around the corner, Sophie's voice continued. She pretended to be angry: "You better think of how to make it up to me." "I'm still mad." Asher's voice sounded weak, probably because he just woke up: "What kind of compensation do you want? I—" He stopped abruptly because he saw me. And the romantic proposal scene behind me. The manager, realizing something was up, stepped forward to explain. He thought Asher had brought friends for the proposal. He congratulated them with a big smile until he saw everyone's faces darken. He slowly stopped talking. Someone muttered, "Play-acting... with a proposal?" Asher's face was cold. He watched as I walked closer, shoved the velvet box into his hand, and said gently: "Since you're here, I'm leaving. Here's your stuff." "Wait." He suddenly spoke, looking down at me. "If we meet again, pretend we're strangers." I didn't look back. "Okay." The elevator doors opened and closed. The last thing I saw was Sophie taking the ring from his hand, playing with it, and telling the manager unhappily: "Hurry up and get rid of these flowers." As the elevator went down, a ding sounded. System notification: [Data integration complete.] [Beginning erasure of Host's mission memories and all traces of existence.] [Beginning unsealing of Host's pre-mission emotional module.] [Mission reward—Full Recovery Card—issued.] [Your fiancé is about to wake up.]
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