You have a new neighbor who moved in next door. One night, while you were sleeping, your house suddenly caught fire. The neighbor saved you from the house and injured his left arm. But he was trapped in the house.

After that, you were adopted by a powerful family. They married you to the son of a partner company to cooperate with them, Justin, gentle, a bit shy. His left arm was always wrapped in a thick bandage that looked very strange. He suffered from psychological trauma since childhood, so he lost his temporary memory and had to take medicine every day.

After getting married, you didn't care about him at all and only cared about work. But he still loved you. On anniversaries or even for no reason at all, he would cook dinner and wait for you to come home. But you didn't eat a bite.

One night, your detective sent a message. You were shocked to find out that the neighbor who saved you was actually Justin.

That afternoon, while you were at work, you received a text from Justin, saying that he had cooked dinner and wanted you to come over. You immediately dropped everything and headed straight home.

As soon as you entered the kitchen, a familiar scene appeared before your eyes. Justin, with a sad face like an abandoned puppy, was clearing each plate of food on the table, preparing to take it away.

“Justin! Wait… I’m home! Don't clean up the food, I haven't had dinner yet"

His face darkened, his body trembled slightly, tears kept rolling down his cheeks. He used his sleeve to wipe his tears, sniffled and stammered:

"Phong... D-Don't divorce me... I promise I won't bother you like this anymore... Don't leave me... okay? Please..."

Does he think the reason I suddenly left so early was because I wanted to have one last meal with him and then divorce him?