"Wayne Bailey——you've come to your senses——" Anna Jadwin cried in disbelief, "You remember who I am?"
Wayne Bailey slowly stood up, his white suit tattered with messy cuts, stained like a knight returning from war.
Grasping Anna Jadwin's shoulders firmly, he stared at her intensely: "I have never forgotten you, Anna Jadwin!"
Even when he was not aware, drifting like a puppet, he remembered her.
He never forgot the woman he loved in his heart: her name, her face, her scent.
Even when he knew nothing about himself, all he knew was that he loved her, and she was his for a lifetime!
"You really do remember..." Anna Jadwin looked into his eyes, and he was no longer in the puppet's haze.
With tears gushing from the surprise, was he truly healed?
Wayne Bailey grabbed her hand and held it up to his face: "I remember now, do you regret it?"
