The woman before him was very beautiful, dressed in traditional attire, exuding the aura of a classic Chinese beauty—just like those ancient beauties from later TV dramas, as if she had stepped out of the screen and was now standing right in front of him. It even made him feel as if this was all unreal.

But what did this have to do with him!

The one marrying him wasn’t her, but that Miss Walker whom he had never met. No matter how beautiful she was, it was useless—she was neither friend nor family, so why should he listen to her? Grace Carter still thought it was better to have them pay compensation.

He spoke again, “Um, you smashed…”

The elegant woman looked at him and softly asked, “Husband, what do you think?”

“……”

Grace Carter was a bit stunned.

Reality was quite different from what he had imagined. After finally calming himself, he looked at the woman and asked, “You… are you Miss Walker?”

Upon hearing this, the elegant woman’s expression turned somewhat confused. “You… you don’t recognize me?”

Grace Carter truly didn’t recognize her. To be honest, not only did he not know Miss Walker, he didn’t even know himself.

The woman looked at him, a bit puzzled and surprised. “Then… then why are you under the embroidery tower? Why are you holding the embroidered ball so tightly?”

Of course Grace Carter had to hold onto the embroidered ball. That was the weapon, the evidence. If he let go, he wouldn’t even have cabbage buns to eat this afternoon. He was still counting on the culprit to pay up…

As for why he was under the embroidery tower, how would he know? Why would he get hit just walking down the street in this strange place? He wanted to ask others—he just took a nap on the bus, so why did he wake up here!

Seeing the confusion on Grace Carter’s face, the elegant woman seemed to realize something. A trace of panic flashed across her pretty face as she tentatively asked, “Do you… do you know your own name?”

“Of course I do!” Grace Carter hugged the embroidered ball and said, “My name is…”

His expression froze.

He really didn’t seem to know the name of this body, or its identity, or where its home was…

If he made something up, would they think he was possessed and bury him alive?

Grace Carter scratched his head, looking bewildered. “I… what’s my name again?”

The elegant woman’s expression was one of disbelief. In the crowd, the girl in the green dress instantly turned pale, ran out of the room, and shouted, “Doctor, call the doctor quickly…”

……

Inside the room, an elderly man with white hair stroked his beard and said, “Miss Walker, Miss Carter, this young man must have suffered a severe head injury, causing memory loss and forgetting his past—what is commonly known as ‘soul-loss syndrome.’”

The elegant woman looked bewildered and at a loss. The girl in the green dress beside her hurriedly asked, “Doctor, can he be cured?”

The old man shook his head and said, “I have only read about ‘soul-loss syndrome’ in ancient texts. This is my first time encountering it. I can only prescribe some calming and restorative remedies in hopes they might help. As for when he might recover his memory—maybe tomorrow, maybe never. That will depend on his fate…”

The girl in the green dress slumped into a chair, her face even paler.

Grace Carter sat at the edge of the bed, feeling like a scam artist.

This made him feel a bit guilty, but he couldn’t possibly tell them he had traveled here from another world. Not only had fate not favored him with a system or cheat skills, it hadn’t even given him any memories…

If he said that, it wouldn’t be soul-loss syndrome, but outright madness.

Beside him, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen looked at him with sympathy and said, “Young master, you must have really, really liked Miss before. Don’t you remember? On the street, you grabbed the embroidered ball and held it tightly in your arms. No matter how those people beat you, you wouldn’t let go…”

Someone nearby immediately chimed in, “Yes, young master, you definitely didn’t want Miss to marry that beast surnamed Dong!”

“Young master, please try to remember!”

……

Grace Carter was still holding the embroidered ball, looking at the moved faces of those around the bed. Some of the girls were even shedding tears.

He wiped his eyes—he almost believed it himself, the way they were talking…

He glanced at Miss Walker. She was indeed very beautiful, not at all inferior to the so-called ancient costume goddesses of later generations, and her aura was even more outstanding. If he had such a wife…

But he needed to find a way back. He couldn’t possibly stay here forever. He hadn’t even dated, hadn’t married, hadn’t…

Something seemed off.

But that didn’t matter now.

Grace Carter stood up, walked to Miss Walker’s side, and said, “Miss… I really don’t know you. You injured me, so just compensate me ten taels of silver and I’ll leave right away. I promise I won’t bother you again.”

“No way!” Before Miss Walker could speak, the girl in the green dress beside him immediately stood up and said firmly.

She, Lily Carter, would take responsibility for her own actions. She was the one who put the stone in the embroidered ball, and she was the one who threw it. Now this guy had lost his memory and was acting like an idiot—if something happened to him after he left, wouldn’t it be her fault?