Russell looked at the woman in his arms in astonishment, his eyes moist and his nostrils trembling slightly.
"Zoey?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief, as he called out the name.
"Yeah!" Tears welled up in Zoey's misty eyes, "Am I not your Zoey anymore? Who else could I be? Is it because I look too ugly now, and you can't recognize me? Should I go wash my face?"
Russell held the person tightly in his arms, his voice trembling, "How could I not recognize you? When I heard your voice on Kurse Bridge, when I jumped down and held you, I knew it was you! No matter what you look like, I can recognize you! I was afraid you would think you were a substitute, that's why I called you Yasmine."
"I was not Yasmine, I was your Zoey! My whole life was yours!"
"Zoey, Zoey..."
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