Carter looked at me strangely and said, "You're stalking me AGAIN, who the hell sent you?"

It turned out he thought I was stalking him again.

I looked at him sadly, " You're really not Carter?"

I tried to touch his face, raised my hand and was clutched by the wrist, he questioned me, "What are you doing?"

I said mournfully, "Mr. Cyrus, you do look exactly like my dead husband."

I showed him my family photo , the man's expression seemed surprised.

After looking at it, he sternly warned me, "Don't ever think of me as your long-dead husband again." After saying that, he let go of my wrist...