I brought a Fool home.

He had lost his memory, but he was very good-looking.

I lied and told him he was my Fiancé. He believed me.

But when he regained his memory, it turned out he was a high and mighty Rich Second Generation.

He returned to his own world, without any lingering attachment.

Two years later, when we met again, I saw with my own eyes-

The Fool of the past was now pressing someone’s fingers under his shoe. He said coldly: “Useless.”

Just as I was about to run away, he called out to me:

“Fiancée, did you lose your memory too?”

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