After I went bankrupt, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and my fiancée, who I loved, suddenly disappeared. When we met again, she became a wealthy lady, had her own career, and had a husband who doted on her. It's just that she doesn't remember me. It is said that they met during an accident rescue. She fell in love with the gray-faced noble man at first sight. But she forgot that the blurry figure was me. That's okay, after all, I'm dying.
