Too many identities
Nana froze. She recognized the large and warm hand. She slowly raised her head to look into those familiar black orbs. The pen fell from her grip. She felt as if she imagined Jinhai's presence. But her that name he uttered from his sweet, husky voice proved that it wasn't a dream.
"Nana. You don't need to do this anymore." He smiled.
She tried hard to contain her tears but failed to do so. She didn't care how he came to be here or did he know everything. She jumped in his embrace and finally broke down in loud sobs.
Jinhai tightly hugged her and combed her hair through his fingers to soothe her. Nana wailed like a little child, and she drowned his shirt wet in tears. All this time, she was fighting this battle alone, and now she was exhausted.
"Ssshhh…it is over now. Sorry, I am a little late. And you did well hanging in there. I'm proud of my little wife."