Love Can Only Be Whole in Memory

I found the young heir of a powerful Beijing family, gravely injured and suffering from amnesia. I bet all my savings, and my grandmother and I drove him to a small county town in our tractor to get him treated. After he recovered, he stayed. He helped me sow rice and wheat, and wove me a straw hat from willow branches. We stayed in Tianlan Town, looking after my grandmother. But a year later, he regained his memories. At the same time, he began to lose them. He forgot me, my grandmother, and the little town of Tianlan. He even forgot that my grandmother was dying. And the reason he took me back to Beijing was to find a doctor for her and get her treated. After I begged him again and again to remember Tianlan, to save my grandmother, and to find her a doctor, he finally lost patience and proposed a deal: if I wanted to save my grandmother, I had to trade him my memories. He would operate on me and remove my frontal lobe, making me forget those memories so I would stop clinging to him. I agreed. When I woke up on the operating table and looked at him with nothing but unfamiliarity in my eyes, he began to panic