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Zhuang Jingmei covered her face and wept, refusing to look at Qiao Feng.
"Jingmei, Jingmei..."
Qiao Feng reached out to grab her hand, discovering that her once delicate hand had become so rough and dark. His heart ached as if being cut, and he kept calling her name, wanting to pull her into his arms.
"I'm not Zhuang Jingmei, I'm not, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Zhuang Jingmei shook off his hand, crying as she spoke.
"Jingmei, how could I mistake you? You are my Jingmei, my beloved Jingmei."
Qiao Feng said painfully, "Where have you been all these years? I've suffered so much trying to find you."
"I'm not her, Zhuang Jingmei is already dead. I just happen to look a bit like her."
Zhuang Jingmei still covered her face, not letting him see.
"Jingmei, even if you turned to ash, I would still recognize you. Why won't you meet me?"
Qiao Feng asked, crying, "Did I do something wrong? Is that why you won't see me? I've been waiting for you, always waiting..."
"I..."
