The shadow of him still haunted her. It didn’t happen as often now than it used to but she often thought she saw him, only to realize it was someone else completely who stood in front of her. Usually, she’d realize she was just seeing things after she did a double take. But he remained this time. Her chest tightened at the sight of him. Her Ming Yi, in the flesh. And he seemed to be walking over to where she was.
She couldn’t fathom how this could be possible. The memory of his death was still so fresh. The pain of his loss never did go away. The guilt still festered, even more so when she had to face his family after the fact. By the time he’d made it to where she was, anger was what settled. Li Jiao usually had a hold on her emotions. But usually that was when she could rationalize situations. She couldn’t help herself as her fist made contact with his chest, surely knocking out the air out of the man’s lungs. “How dare you lie to me like that,” she breathed out, noticing her breath had begun to hitch and her eyes were welling with tears.
