The word "whatever" sounds like anything goes, but when it comes to actually making a decision, it can be a real headache...

Fortunately, the breakfast shop here doesn't have too many options.

He could just pick a few things he liked.

……

……

Half an hour later.

Ethan Foster came back with breakfast.

Three years had passed, and a lot had changed around his hometown, making him want to wander around even more.

"Later, when Chloe has some free time, I'll take her for a proper walk around the neighborhood. We even said before that we'd get a pet..." Ethan Foster was making plans in his mind.

He got home, went upstairs, and pushed open the door.

He saw Sarah Bennett squatting on a chair, hugging a large drawing board, sketching quickly with a pencil.

The drawing board was Ethan Foster's old comic gear.

Overalls with straps, a T-shirt with a simple pattern, and her little feet with slightly curled toes. Compared to yesterday's professional office attire, his wife looked a bit cuter today.

"I brought breakfast. I bought several kinds—rice balls, soup dumplings, steamed dumplings..." Ethan Foster put the breakfast on the table next to his wife.

"Mm." Sarah Bennett responded without even looking up. Seeing her so focused, Ethan Foster felt like as long as he fed her, she'd obediently open her mouth.

"How much have you drawn?" Ethan Foster opened the breakfast boxes while glancing at the drawing board in Sarah Bennett's hands.

So fast!

In just about forty minutes, Sarah Bennett had already sketched out many complex lines on the board, and the outline of a "device" was faintly visible.

It looked a bit like a sci-fi biological hibernation pod—the kind that looks like a coffin.

But looking at the bigger picture, you could also see the large outline of a "door."

However, to an outsider like Ethan Foster, these lines were incredibly complex, even a bit chaotic. Staring at them too long made him doubt his own insignificance.

The more you know, the smaller you feel.

After staring for a while, Ethan Foster rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

A little while later...

Suddenly, he had a thought.

"Sarah, how about pulling this line up a bit? This one, just lift it a little." Ethan Foster reached out, pointing to a line in the design on Sarah Bennett's drawing board, making a slight upward gesture with his finger.

"Hmm?" Sarah Bennett was taken aback, looking up at Ethan Foster in confusion.

Then she looked down at her drawing board.

After a moment of silence.

"You're right, pulling it up a bit would be better..." Sarah Bennett nodded, then looked at Ethan Foster with a complicated expression.

Those were eyes that could speak.

They were asking Ethan Foster: How did you know this line in the design needed to be changed like that?

"It just looked familiar to me... I pointed it out instinctively. As for why it looks familiar..." Ethan Foster thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Brain Breakthrough Device?"

"Mind reading?" Sarah Bennett pushed up her non-prescription glasses.

"I don't have that kind of enviable ability," Ethan Foster said again. "Brain Breakthrough Device—Jianshen Model?"

When she heard that, Sarah Bennett put down the drawing board.

As clever as she was, she had already guessed the answer from Ethan Foster's expression: "Have you seen the design before?"

At the same time, she finally realized something was wrong with herself.

She was missing memories related to the "design."

Compared to Ethan Foster's full three-year blackout, her symptoms were a bit better, but she was definitely affected.

Could it be that we did something last week?

Chapter 13: Construction, Superpower Activation Device

Otherwise, there was no way both her and Ethan Foster's memories would be affected at the same time.

—Either they did something themselves, or someone or something from the outside did something to them.

And what worried her even more was... was this the first time she and Ethan Foster had lost their memories?

The Martha Adams who wants to quit has to drink Martha Adams soup before leaving. But how can you be sure it's the first time she's drunk Martha Adams soup?

She was a bit worried that she and Ethan Foster might be stuck in a dead loop, endlessly trapped in a nesting doll situation.

"As expected." Seeing Sarah Bennett's reaction, Ethan Foster also guessed the answer.

That design file with the violent name on his computer really was related to his wife.

"Darling~ where did you see the complete design? Did you save it? I suspect that I might be just like you... I've forgotten some things." Because Sarah Bennett felt a bit guilty, her eyes—those eyes that seemed to speak—started looking at Ethan Foster in a pleading way.

[Amnesia? Is this an added 'couple's shared amnesia' setting to match me?] Ethan Foster looked at Sarah Bennett, about to answer her directly. But when he saw his wife's big eyes blinking, he suddenly thought of the flirtatious chat rhythm of Chloe yesterday.

Was that the way they talked as a married couple after getting married?

Even though he'd lost three years and had no experience as a husband, what makes people human is that they can learn and improve. These little details of daily life—even with amnesia, he could quickly adapt and master them again.

Then, put what he'd learned into practice!

"Sarah, do you want to know where the design is?" Ethan Foster smiled slightly, looking cool as he said, "It's right here in my heart... do you want to come in and take a look?"