Summary
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?”