No matter if it's suitable or not, she threw out all the idioms she could think of at once.
The man froze, looking at Tessa in astonishment.
After a moment, as if regaining his composure, he asked, "So, you're really not Katherine."
"I'm not." Tessa was almost in tears, she even wanted to write "I am Tessa Caldwell" on her forehead.
"Then where has my Katherine gone?" The man seemed to be asking her, yet it seemed more like he was asking himself, looking utterly lost.
"...Huh?" Tessa's mouth slightly open, she felt like saying, how would she know.
This man, could he be mad from missing a woman?
Suffering from longing, neurosis, or delusion.
The man's gaze swept over Tessa's lip line and lingered on her delicate teeth, then he said calmly, "Even your teeth look just like."
"Uh..." Tessa instinctively closed her mouth.
