Heather came back to her senses and saw that he was staring at her. She thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"You obviously do," Nian Shen said. "Just like the last few times. Every time you think of him, you end up looking like this—distracted and lost. If you really miss him so much, how about this: stop calling me Mr. Nian. You can call me Ah Nian."
"Ah Nian…" Heather murmured, repeating the words as she blankly stared at Nian Shen.
How could he possibly be Ah Nian…
She shook her head, smiled faintly as if some thought had crossed her mind, and said, "Ah Nian is Ah Nian, and you are you. He won't become you, and you won't become him. You're clearly two different people. Why insist on merging them into one?"
It was already easy enough to blur the lines. If she started calling him Ah Nian too, one day, she might genuinely lose her mind.
...
A week passed. Early in the morning, Nian Shen came again, bringing her breakfast.
