The day before our engagement, my boyfriend suddenly regained his memories. I found out he was an undercover cop before his amnesia. And he had a childhood sweetheart fiancée. She found me, crying her eyes out: "If he had returned safely from that mission, we would have been married." "Please, give him back to me..." I was silent for a long time, then whispered: "Okay." I accepted a company transfer and moved to another city. Three years later, I was held hostage at knifepoint on the street. He saved me. As I tried to sneak away, he handcuffed my wrist. His voice was stern: "Planning to leave without saying goodbye again?" 1 Evening. Torrential rain. A sharp dagger pressed against my neck, bringing a damp, sticky pain. Behind me, the vicious criminal shouted: "Don't move, or I'll kill you!" That's how I met Julian again. He was wearing a crisp uniform, side-facing me, talking to his colleagues. Rainwater streamed down his jawline, making his expression even more solemn. A moment later, he started negotiating with the criminal holding me hostage: "What are your demands? Name them." The criminal's face was twisted, voice distorted: "I want a wife! You guys give me a wife to bear me a son!" Obviously impossible. The rain poured harder. Negotiators switched rounds. Someone must have said something wrong. The criminal suddenly snapped. He gripped the knife handle tight, screaming: "Since I can't have a wife, taking a pretty woman to die with me isn't a loss!" The sharp blade cut into my skin. Severe pain mixed with the fear of death instantly filled my heart. The next second, bang. A bullet tore through the dense rain, hitting the criminal's forehead. When Julian lowered his gun and strode over to me. I was already clutching my neck wound, swaying as I stood up from the ground. Due to blood loss, my vision went black in waves. I stumbled forward two steps. And fainted into Julian's arms. I woke up in the hospital. My neck wound was bandaged, the pain still sharp. Julian stood by the bed, his hair soaked from the rain, still dripping water. I rasped: "The little girl I swapped with..." "She's fine. Her mother protected her well." Julian stared at me deeply. "The man had a knife. Even if you wanted to save someone, you shouldn't have risked yourself." I curled my lips, but the smile vanished quickly as it pulled at the wound. "Sorry. But protecting the weak is human nature. You taught me that, Officer Zhou." 2 This hostage situation had nothing to do with me. I was just walking home from work and saw the little girl with a knife at her throat, the criminal kissing her hair and shoulders randomly. She was crying in terror. I suddenly remembered Julian. Three years ago, before we broke up. He saved a little boy and got his back smashed by a falling billboard, needing six stitches. In the hospital, I was anxious to the point of tears, poking his forehead and scolding him: "Next time you save someone, can you ensure your own safety first?!" He sat under the light, looking up at me. Lips pale from blood loss. But when he smiled, there was light in his eyes: "Protecting the weak is human nature." Selfish me was suddenly choked up. Couldn't say a word. He held my hand, looking into my eyes seriously: "But hurting myself and making you worry is my fault." "I'm sorry, Sarah." How much we loved each other then. How messy the breakup was later. Because a few months later, his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, suddenly showed up. I learned Julian was an undercover cop. Exposed during a mission, tortured nearly to death, he managed to escape. But severe injuries caused amnesia. "While he was with you for two years, I was looking for him." Chloe wept before me, "Please, give him back to me..." She showed me many things. Photos, gifts, rings. Her past with Julian, twenty years of intimacy. So, I ran away. 3 On the day of discharge, Julian and a young cop picked me up. He sat in the back with me, expression solemn. I covered the gauze on my neck, trying to lighten the mood: "People might think I committed a crime, leaving the hospital in a police car." Julian kept a straight face, tone flat: "No, just going to give a statement." The young cop took my joke seriously and quickly comforted me: "How could that be, Miss Shen? You risked your life to save someone; the bureau is discussing giving you a bravery award!" "Just an award, no reward?" I smirked. "Like rewarding me with a young, handsome cop as a boyfriend?" In the rearview mirror, the young cop's ears turned red. He stammered: "Well, we..." Before he could finish, Julian interrupted. He said coldly: "Focus on driving, don't get distracted." "Yes, Captain Zhou." I lowered my eyes and stopped talking. It was noon when the statement was done. Julian went out to handle a sudden case. I was enthusiastically escorted to the door by others, about to leave. Ran straight into a very familiar face. Chloe. She wore a white cheongsam, dressed gently, holding a lunch box. Her quiet smile vanished the moment she saw me. Others greeted her: "Miss Ning, here to bring lunch to Captain Zhou again?" "Captain Zhou is so lucky. Unlike us, coming back late from missions to cold food." "Is the wedding coming soon?" She lowered her head, seemingly shy: "Getting married soon. We'll send invitations then." A fog of emotion rose in my heart. I pursed my lips and walked out quickly. Chloe chased after me. "Sarah Shen." She blocked my way, looking unhappy: "You promised to return Julian to me." "Going back on your word now because he became the captain?" "Didn't go back on it." I said indifferently, "Wishing you and Julian a happy marriage." She smiled with satisfaction: "Thanks." 4 On the way back, the taxi stopped at a red light. I looked out the window. A girl fell, and her boyfriend picked her up, hugging her tightly. Tears fell without warning. Just one drop, and I wiped it away. I suddenly thought of when I knew Julian for seven months. He rejected my confession for the third time, saying he lost his memory, identity unknown, couldn't give me happiness. But he still accompanied me home to pack. Halfway through, my stepfather came back. Drunk, pouncing on me cursing like many times before. I tried to kick him away but was choked and slapped. Julian, fixing the wardrobe in the inner room, heard the noise and strode out. Grabbed my stepfather's collar, dragged him off me, and punched him hard. I lay on my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Vision blurred, couldn't even see Julian's face clearly. "Sarah." He called me, "Sarah Shen!" I curled my lips: "Ten years, first time someone saved me, Julian." His expression was indescribably sad as he picked me up from the floor and walked out. "Don't look back, don't look." He covered my eyes. "No need to come back to dangerous places. I'll handle it for you." "Sarah Shen, I accept your confession."
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