"Where did you just go?" the woman asked him with a smile.
"Isn't today Chinese Valentine's Day? I went to buy you a gift. Do you like it?" the man said, bringing out a large bouquet of Red Roses from behind.
"I like it, thank you, Nuo." She accepted it, smiling so sweetly.
"As long as you like it."
...
For a moment, Jiang Nuo was confused. Wasn't he the real Jiang Nuo?
If this man was, then who was he?
That woman, wasn't she Mu Qiuniang?
Mu Qiuniang, wasn't she his wife?
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly.
Perhaps because he stared too long, the man seemed displeased, glaring at him fiercely.
Jiang Nuo gasped: Wait a minute, why did this man have a face identical to his?!
He felt a certain terror.
Then, he noticed that not only did this man embrace the woman he loved, even sticky rice balls, friends, and family all flocked to the man.
He began to tremble all over.
He felt as if something was being taken away from him.
