The person who once died right in front of me appeared without any warning.
"Xi... Han" Howard Seymour had always concealed his emotions, but now his cloudy eyes were filled with turbulent feelings.
"Howard Seymour"
Hearing Howard Seymour's voice, Sila realized all of this was not a dream.
She rushed over, grabbed Howard Seymour's hand, and broke down crying, "Why did you lie to me? You weren't dead at all, why did you lie to me? Do you know how I've lived these past years?".
The woman in front of him was crying her heart out, just like at the moment they parted twenty years ago.
"An internationally renowned designer crying like this, aren't you worried about being laughed at? Hmm?" Howard Seymour's trembling hand responded to her, "I'm sorry, I've been looking for you, until now."
"Howard Seymour, I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you for lying to me for twenty years!" Sila's hands pounded on his body.
