The Bigshot Who Kept Me Lost His Memory

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When the two-day program was over, everyone was exhausted.

.

When the program team's car drove to the entrance of the downtown hotel where we stayed, I saw Lucas waiting there from a distance through the car window.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, but he was still dazzling even among these shining stars.

Paisley got out of the car before me, and trotted up to Lucas, "Lucas, you came to see me! Do you know how hard these two days have been? I almost..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Lucas walked up to me, touched my face with his hand, and said softly, "Judy, are you tired?"

"It's okay." I saw that he was not on a cane, and I asked, "Has your foot healed?"

"Yes."

"Then..." I glanced at Paisley who was gnashing her teeth in front of me, "How about carrying me?"

Lucas smiled, "Okay." With that, he lowered his body and carried me on his back.