Love's Wordless Letter Finally Burns to Ashes

All of the Capital knew how deep the bond ran between me and my childhood sweetheart, Alfred Pruitt. He proposed to me on a helicopter. The moment the ring slid onto my finger, the helicopter suddenly went down. Both my legs were fractured. He fell into a coma. Half a month later, Alfred finally woke, but he had lost his memory. When he looked at me, there was no love left in his eyes, only coldness. And he began to chase a flower-seller like a man possessed, a girl named Mavis Summers.