But he still sketched out the most miserable part of his past.
Abused, humiliated, he even had to eat garbage and rats to survive.
The mere thought of it made him feel nauseous.
For the first time, he felt such revulsion towards himself, towards that idiot who had lost his memory and couldn't even speak properly.
Yet it was precisely this idiot who had met Hannah before him.
Even if the memories in his dreams were fragmented, he could still feel that Hannah had been good to him.
At least, she had been completely different from the coldness and mockery she showed him.
After a prolonged silence, Jimmy Simmons clenched his fists and asked, "Why?"
Hannah didn't look at him, focusing instead on carefully putting away the jewelry, "Why what?"
Jimmy Simmons tried to maintain his composure, but his shaky voice betrayed his mood at that moment.
He was anxious, even... jealous.
"Why would you pretend not to know me when you clearly knew me long ago?"