In the Next Life, Remember to Marry Me

Captain Johns and a few accompanying officers ordered their drinks.

After a while at the bar, he returned with a tray, carefully placing the drinks on our table.

As he bent down in front of me, I caught a glimpse of a long, jagged scar on his neck, resembling a wound from a sharp weapon.

When he walked away, I noticed he seemed to limp slightly, as if his leg was injured.

I bit my lip hard, grabbing a book from the shelf to hide my face, trying to conceal the fact that I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mia, are you okay?"

"Just cry it out; it'll help..." My senior sister comforted me, gently wiping my tears with a tissue.

On the way here, I had imagined countless scenarios.

How could he forget me and choose to marry another woman?

When he saw me, he would surely remember.

I vowed that if he did, I would make him suffer for three days without forgiveness, driving him to the brink of despair.

But the moment I saw his face, his smile, and that scar... all my defenses crumbled.

I couldn't bear to be angry; all I wanted was to hug him tightly and ask how he survived, how he had been these past years.

Yet... he didn't remember anything.

I don't know how long I cried, my nose stuffed, my eyes swollen and barely open, until I finally calmed down.

I quietly sipped the lemon tea he had brewed for me, warm with just the right amount of sugar.

A blooming chrysanthemum floated in it, tasting just like it did five years ago.

Suddenly, the wind chime at the door jingled, and the door swung open.

The lazy golden retriever, lying in the air-conditioned space, perked up, wagging its tail excitedly as it rushed to greet the newcomer.

A girl in a white dress entered, her steps light as she headed straight for the bar.

"Lucas! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?"

She opened her arms and jumped into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips.

He caught her effortlessly, holding her protectively, his eyes filled with affection and a hint of helplessness.

The golden retriever eagerly wagged its tail, circling at their feet, begging for attention.

"Droopy! Be good!" the girl said, petting the dog's head.

The dog, blissfully unaware of its size, leaned against the man, seeking more affection.

"Alright, Droopy, go play," he said, gently brushing the paw prints off the girl's white dress and then petting the dog's head.

We once had a chubby golden retriever, named by him, who loved to snuggle and beg for head pats.

"Droopy, because he's both fat and lazy," he had said.

From the moment the girl in the white dress walked in, my blood ran cold, and I froze, my gaze fixed on her, my heart pounding like a drum.

At that moment, the café wasn't busy, and our group of four or five stood out.

After their affectionate moment, the girl quickly noticed us, her mouth agape in surprise.

"Sister?!"