I'm Sorry, But I Love You

“Hello, is it Catherine Johnson, I mean Miss Johnson? There is some latest news about the case you reported last time.”

Hearing this, Catherine was excited and asked, “You mean you find out the truth?”

“Almost the same. A kind citizen sent us some helpful materials and revealed a suspect to us. So I’d like to know whether you’re available to help identify the suspect.”

Catherine was so thrilled at the news that tears were welling up in her eyes. It was a nightmare in her life, a time that she didn’t want to recall.

Catherine hung up the phone and took a day off.

She took a taxi straight to the police station.

The policeman responsible for this case smiled at her, “We have locked him up.”

“You need to identify if it’s him.”

Catherine was led to a room and looked through the glass at the man who was locked up.

The bony man was in rags. She could only see his profile and he looked as if completely different from that time. For a moment she nearly can’t recognize who he was, so she moved forward two few steps.

The man seemed to notice that someone was staring at him outside the glass.

He suddenly looked back with a smile on his face.

Catherine was frightened to retreat back by that smile. That was a smile she would never forget.

In those countless nightmares, he approached her with that smile on face and a needle in his hand. She had got through those scary nights overwhelmed by nightmares. She was at rock bottom during that time of her life.

Every time when she thought she was going to be killed, Owen suddenly came out and saved her.

“It’s you?” the man said in a gravelly voice, with an appearance nearly the same as that of devil in the hell, “I failed to kill you at that time. What a shame.”

Catherine managed to stand still with her strong will and tried to calm herself down. She stared straight at the man through the glass, “Sorry to let you down.”

“Now it seems you can never kill me.”

“Well, I even doubt that if you can live to the day to be released.”

Catherine laughed.

The man was provoked by her words. He glared at her viciously, “Don’t count your chickens. Even if I can’t, there is somebody else who can do it.”

“Somebody else?” even up to now Catherine had no idea who she had ever offended.

to hurt her at

wildly, “I won’t tell you,

She was worth it, even if

Who is “she”?

man, but he sealed his lips and refused

came out of

“Is it him?”

gave me the injection, before which I had no impression that

a video, in which you’re clearly set up by the man.” the policeman added, “There are still some voices online saying that you’re lying, but don’t you worry.

she didn’t know who the man was working for, she felt quite contented

stood up and bowed to thank the

“Well, it’s our job.”

with the help of that warm-hearted citizen, she had no idea how long it

sent from

she misheard and asked a few

You really owe him a big favors, or it’s

she totally

It was snowing outside.

with unceasing steps,

beside her, with a black umbrella over her head. She

dim light of street lamp, she managed to see the figure, tall and straight, having

face was strange

know him. If there was such a good-looking man in her life, it was

inexplicable reasons, warm feelings were

to her sense, and gave a slight smile, “Hello? What can I

slightly, handing the umbrella to Catherine,

heavy snow, and cold. It’s better

but thank you

know him. At the moment when she looked up, she instantly recognized it was a purely handmade umbrella with walnut handle by a top brand. One

liked

the reason, she can’t take such an

smile on his face, the man bent

walked towards a British

a gentleman with an air of elegance.

and then it disappeared in

the umbrella, and thought she should give it back to its owner if there was

herself soup for dinner. After dinner, she started drawing manuscripts for the cartoon

usual, she can’t