“My boyfriend, Cayson Morris, had a car accident and lost his memory. I kept vigil by his side, always thinking he would come to remember me. But later, Lydia George, his first love, came back from abroad, and he finally "regained" his memory. He said to me, "I never lost my memory. I just used you as a stand-in, and now I'm tired of it." On the same day he broke up with me, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I was in his hospital room after his car accident. He looked at me, confused. "Who are you?" I gave him a professional smile and said, "I'm your caregiver, sir. I'll go get the doctor."”