"Shen Mosheng, you've finally come back. Do you know how long you've been lost? Do you know I've been searching for you? Do you know everyone said you were dead..."
Han Yingying, like a child who had endured too many grievances, complained incessantly and had already cried herself into a mess of tears.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my name is Jonathan, and my fiancée doesn't like it when I hug and embrace other people. Please let me go," Jonathan said with a face full of regret as he looked at Han Yingying.
"You're lying, you are Shen Mosheng, you are my man. You once swore to do everything in your power to protect me thoroughly, and to keep me innocent. Are you trying to renege on that now?" Han Yingying clung to him desperately, refusing to let go no matter what.
He was the man etched into her very bones; how could she possibly mistake him for another?
