Three years have passed. Nothing has changed. It's the same old, same old: Mr. Wen is still standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers. He's still in love with her. He wants to marry her, but he doesn't want to be seen in front of all the people he's just met. Hmm...what's wrong with that? He'd better behave a bit better, he says, because he can't stand the sight of her standing there again. He says he'll put ice on her swollen face, and she'll be fine. He asks if she's gotten any treatment, and her face is swollen. She says she did get some, and he says she'