After We Reunited, My White Moonlight Regretted It

On the night I earned my doctorate in astronomy, my girlfriend confessed that she was already carrying another man's child. I'd dropped out and worked to support her studies so she could achieve her dream. I'd even donated the cornea from my right eye to her when she was seriously ill, but she said I was just imagining things. Heartbroken, I boarded a ship to leave the country, only to lose my memory in a tsunami. When we met again years later, my girlfriend begged me to give our relationship another chance. I gave her an indifferent smile and walked away. “Do we know each other?”