Jasmine was pregnant. Ryan was congratulated by everyone, and the editor-in-chief congratulated him on getting one step closer to being a true preferred human and whispered that the childcare allowance would be very substantial.

Ryan still can't explain the inexplicable illness, and it took him a week to get better. If it is an electrical injury, it should heal within a few days. He knew that it should be because of that experience of going out of the cabin.

He vividly remembered that the woman had taken out a clear pill and said that she was going to erase his memory as a condition for the wild men to spare his life, but she did not do so.

He still remembers everything he saw when he got out of the cabin. Isn't she afraid that he will make these things public? It's too easy for him, a journalist. And, isn't this big news like never before?

Although, he didn't.

He couldn't explain why he didn't say it when he was chained to a chair and subjected to repeated electric shocks. Perhaps, it was because of the anger, at that moment, his anger overtook his fear, anger at the cruelty of those people, anger at his failure to protect Jasmine, anger at the blindness he had suffered.

Jasmine's belly is bulging day by day, it's unbelievable, it's amazing. Whenever he saw Jasmine in the long dress she used to wear, her limbs still slender and her belly visibly bulging, he felt that it was the most amazing curve in the world.

Jasmine seems to have found meaning in life, eating, exercising, supplementing nutrition, and going to bed early every day according to Olive's requirements.

Every night, Ryan would accompany her, lie down, gently hug her from behind, and stroke her belly with his hand. Every now and then, Jasmine would turn around and arch into Ryan's arms, or, raise her eyes, and look at him.

"See what?" Ryan said.

"Look at you."

"What do I have to look at."

"You're just good-looking.

DRyan smiled and kissed Jasmine on the forehead.

This often gave him a warm feeling, but afterwards he felt that something was missing. Should he say, "I don't look as good as you," or say nothing, just kiss her on the forehead and on her mouth...... But he always didn't do well. Jasmine didn't say anything at that moment, only closed her eyes quietly.

He knew that she had been accommodating herself.

He had thought many times about how the hell this child had come to be, but it was always very vague, he only remembered that when the sun was rising, he was flying in the sky, he remembered that someone was kissing him, he remembered that he was kissing someone with all his heart...... But what happened next, he really didn't know. If he arrived home in the wee hours of the morning, was the child born before he woke up when he got home? How long will it be?

Jasmine fell asleep, and he gently pulled his arm from under her neck and gently walked out of the bedroom.

Sometimes he would sit on the roof for a while, and sometimes he would come to his room. It had been a long time since he had opened his notebook, and to be exact, the pages containing the woman's contents had been torn out by him. However, the traces she left behind him seemed to never disappear.

He thought over and over again, why didn't the woman erase his memories, wasn't that the safest thing to do for her and her people?

Those wild men...... Every time he thought of this, he was bored and restless, and they stood there in groups, so ugly, yet so indelible, like weeds that could not be removed. - How could they exist, it is clear that the outside of the cabin is a barren land.

Gradually, he somewhat understood why she didn't delete his memory. He could already feel something changing within him, crumbling little by little everything he once believed in.

If the Ark Man is the result of a millennium, why can't they even breathe? If those wild men were really that inferior, how could they survive outside the cabin?

Where do they come from?

What do they live on?

If they exist, then why does the Ark keep claiming that no creature has yet been discovered?

Okay, I know you, his mind has her childish look again, you are trying to let me see those, you don't delete my memories, you just can't let me go, I can't escape.

You even deceived your father and your people and put them in danger.

- What exactly are you going to do?

The lights went out, and Ryan slept in his clothes. A voice said: Forget about those, think about your beautiful wife, and the child who is about to be born, the future is smooth, and you can be a preferred person with no food and clothing at ease, isn't it?

Or simply, take a handful of amnestic pills and just act as if none of them happened - she doesn't delete it, you can delete it, don't you?

Ryan's hand gripped the quilt.

He didn't know why his parents hadn't given him amnestics when he was a baby—and as a result, he kept vague memories of them. He remembered that they called him by name in the light, a man and a woman, two vague outlines, and they approached, and then, again, they left him. As far as he knew, such cases were rare, and even, non-compliant.

From this, he knows that memories may change a person. The change of one nerve synapse will lead to the production, fission and extension of other nerve synapses, which in turn will build your entire brain and thus your personality. He has been changed, and he will never go back.

It often takes him a long time to fall asleep, or to simply keep his eyes open until dawn. But whether he was asleep or awake, she would always appear in his mind in the depths of the night. The tip of her nose was slightly upturned, her childish expression, her long hair was flying, her golden eyes were glowing slightly, she pulled him to run, jumped up and down, she shouted to stop, took out a pill, she held him in her arms, blocking the sunlight coming in and out, she took off his mask, kissed him, and he kissed her......

Yes, this is his shameless, deepest secret. If he, a man who could not fulfill his husband's obligations, miraculously impregnated his wife, it could only be because he mistook her for her.

You witch, he thought, you witch.