A Beautiful Misunderstanding

On a late spring morning, the sunlight, soft and diffuse, gave way to the first strong rays of the day. Flowers were colouring the world for the warmer days to come, waving in the lazy breeze like a smile born of the cosmos—happiness in brilliant shades.

"Achoo --"

Essie Yi sneezed again. She was still in bed, draped in a heavy blanket. Just as she turned to her side she hit her face on something warm and was startled out of her sleep.

'How does the wall get here?'

Forcing her eyelids open, Essie sat bolt upright and whipped her head around in wide-eyed confusion.

After taking a moment to shed the sleep away from her eyes, she recognized the familiar floral curtains hanging at each side and the small oval table next to her bed.

It was her room. Yes!

Essie put her hand on her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was just a dream.

out from behind and touched her back. The suddenness of the touch made her tremble like a dry leaf. As she turned her head around, there was the handsome face of a stranger sleeping

out from her lips, shaking

is going on? Did this

man lying next to her was startled out of his sleep by her screaming. He shot up from bed like

herself up with the blanket. It was unnecessary, as it

say, the man didn't seem

her aching forehead, desperately scrambling in her mind to make sense of everything, but her effort

on the floor and put them on, before he walked to the window and stood with his back to her. "You should put your clothes on!" His tone was cold and full of disdain.

weapon to defend herself with. The man was at least 189 cm tall and strong looking. It became increasingly clear to Essie that she

cast a glance at the night stand next to her, planning to use the alarm clock as a projectile weapon. However, the alarm clock was nowhere to be seen. The

Essie Yi and Zac Rong, accompanied by a double color photo of the couple. The groom on the picture was

the perfect couple

looked at the registration date and found that it was yesterday's.