"You're talking nonsense, I..." She instinctively cursed at him while in his arms, stopping halfway, "You... what did you say?"
What did he mean by "loved her for six years"?
Looking at the eyes still filled with tears and confusion in his embrace, Kris Cooper felt a pang of heartache, gently wiping her little face with his palm, holding her as he stood up.
"Six years ago, we already knew each other. The photo you saw..." He rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a wallet that had long been drenched, bringing it to her, "It really is your photo, but it wasn't taken from your album. I kept it six years ago, and I've always kept it in my wallet these years."
Vera looked at the wallet in his hand, then raised her eyes to look at his face. His eyes were clear and bright, not at all like those of a liar.
"You... you really know me?"
"No!" The man gently threw his head back, "It's not just knowing you; we were in a relationship back then."
