If you still love me in your heart, why won't you recognize me?
Don't give me that nonsense about being worried I wouldn't love you because you've become younger. Can't you see my attitude toward you?
Or, are you really not "Anna Jadwin"...
Wayne Bailey's heart was filled with bitterness. His blood carried the gene of madness, not caring about her age, identity, who she was – as long as it was her, she was the woman he loved most!
"If I really died, you wouldn't be that sad," Wayne Bailey wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"Nonsense! I wouldn't be able to go on living!"
"No one can't live without someone else in this world. Without me, didn't you also live well before? If you don't have such deep feelings, then don't shed so many tears for me. I might misunderstand—" Wayne Bailey's hand was dampened with her tears, wiped away, then wet again.
Her eyes, swollen red from tears, stared at him fiercely, like tiny hooks piercing his heart.
"Who says I don't!"
