Then he had a glass of water and the place seemed to come into focus—the restaurant, the people there. He saw the waiter approach him with concern.
''Are you feeling all right, sir?''
Without another word, Wang Lian pulled out his wallet, put some dollar bills on the table and left the restaurant. It was not Li Yuyan—it was a bad spirit that haunted him wherever he went.
It would be her face or her voice and if it was not these then it was his regret. When he tried to forget one thing about her then something else would surface. Sometimes he would get so volatile and agitated that were she to appear before him, he would strangle her or shoot her. He hated everything about her. Those few hours spent driving her overnight had over shadowed his life completely.
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