The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory

“No matter who you meet, what you do, or how glamorous your day is, the end of the day always belongs to me.”

“...Like when we were at the Academy?”

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I barely held back tears and spoke in a faint, sentimental tone.

“Back then, I was in Class 1 because I was top of the class, and you were dead last in Class 2... so we had separate classes all day, but we still met every night, without fail, right?”

At my brilliant example, Zahid let out a deep sigh. Then, shaking his head, he asked:

“...Did you really have to bring up that example, Rosie? Right now? Really?”

“Yeah... It was just so touching and appropriate...”

“I really want to see you, Rosie.”

Zahid gave a small laugh, resting his chin on his hand, staring straight at me.

“I want to meet you and take out my frustration.”

“Frustration? How... what do you mean...”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll just talk about it.”