A Graduation Gift

Cassandra was startled, as were all the people around her.

The baby slept soundly, as if nothing had happened, oblivious to the act of motherhood by which he was saved. Somehow, the mother had squatted with him in her arms, protecting him against the falling boulders with her own body.

Cassandra's mouth fell open in horror, surprise, gratefulness. All at once, these emotions were so hard to process that her hands started to tremble.

Something seemed to cross her mind abruptly but only for an instant. She couldn't hold on to it no matter how hard she tried.

The mother had protected her baby, keeping all the dangers at bay. This truly, was the power of love and love alone.

Dylon snapped to his senses, still recovering from the shock of what had just happened. He sprung forward to test the blood pressure and pulse of the baby, then carried him to the ambulance which had just arrived at the scene. Standing by the ambulance, he saw the father of the baby, wailing helplessly, knelt down on his knees.

Cassandra didn't know what to look at, the destruction or the distancing of loved ones. She felt solemn, stirred and numbed by the misery around her.

Naturally, the night was disturbing. Cassandra lay in Rufus's arms, snuggling against his chest. Her eyes were stuck to the wall, as if it was a canvas on which was playing all images from the events of the day that she couldn't get out of her head. She didn't realize but she was now mumbling. Rufus arched his neck to hear her better but he couldn't make out any proper words.

Soon, thereafter, she fell asleep. Sleep was equally appalling. She dreamed of a strange woman, holding a baby in her arms, crying in horror, looking right into her eyes.

"Don't come closer!" Cassandra yelled, alarmed. "Stop!" Louder, this time.

She could not make out their faces. They might as well have been made out of sand sifting through the wind.

All Cassandra saw was the woman clutching her baby, as if she was holding the most valuable treasure that ever existed. The most disturbing thing was the hostility and hatred with which she stared at Cassandra.

Cassandra felt tremendously sad and helpless. The sadness hit her oddly, making her desperate to ask for an explanation. Why did the woman hate her so much? She wanted to ask, yell, shriek but no sound came out of her wide open mouth.

The dream tortured her the entire night, coming and going in flashes, like memory left behind by terrible things. She was grateful to have been woken up by some noises in the morning.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Rufus lying next to her, looking straight at her. There were concerns and a sweet sense of care in his eyes.

"Did you have a nightmare last night? I know you didn't sleep well."

Rufus initiated an exchange, hoping she would release some of her stress and anxiety. He brushed his hand across her cheek, then held her by her bare shoulder.

"It's nothing. It's just...because of whatever happened yesterday."

in her mind. She didn't know what it meant or whether it was a premonition for something. She didn't want to talk about it. One, describing it would

be able

would leave as soon as possible and spend some

trapped underground. How can I leave at such a crucial moment?

of hesitation. It didn't matter how she felt. The situation at hand was much serious than her own

streets that were usually boisterous with people and activities were now carpeted with rubble, dishevelled hair and dusty faces. If she left now, she wouldn't

she won't dither, he pulled her into his arms. There was something about her

who was strong headed for the things she believed in and yet so kind, giving and unselfish.

that followed, Cassandra kept working with the rescuers. Rufus stood by them

areas, which solved many burning problems—hunger, hygiene, and shelter being the primary

much and only spent her energy in helping the rescuers with providing professional knowledge. She hoped to

the rescue which not only were less time-consuming but also improved the overall security. The rescuers were appreciated due to

rescue teams gradually withdrew. Only some special search-and-rescue teams stayed for aftermath of the earthquake. Cassandra was too exhausted to continue the

quit from rescue and went back to G City

they spent in Garden Villa after going back, Cassandra finally slept soundly. Sleeping straight for 10 hours, she woke up fresh and content.

to the sun-lit, off-white walls, Cassandra felt like she was back to the human world

you plan to leave the

to beg her for her own protection. He pulled her into his arms, as she buried her head in his chest. A strange mix of feelings oozed in his heart as he recalled how hard she had worked to rescue the affected

compared to the task at hand. But as soon as they got back to

"Hmm..."

snuggled further into him, feeling his warm skin on her

relax after what seemed like having been in a hell-like battlefield. But she was wrong. The

away, in the Tang Villa, Jill paced right and

on a business trip, being the man she was most

particularly in a good mood when he came back

thought it was because he was ill. She kept trying to encourage him every now and then, but it never worked. He looked as

"Lionel, why didn't you take those projects? How could you let Dawn Star Group get ahead of us? I already told you it's like eating a cake. If someone

left, he realized how much he relied

everyone had suspected, was an ordinary businessman. Dawn Star Group's tactical moves had

I do if they had bigger and better moves? Now, they

know how to compete because

here.