Love Began with the First Meeting

The next day was an unusually nice winter day in A City.

Early in the morning, sunlight broke through the clouds and spread everywhere across the city.

An early bird, as usual, Molly was up before sunrise. In the kitchen, she kept herself busier than a moth in a mitten, cooking together with Lisa. When Brian walked out of the study and looked down from the second floor, he saw Molly was wearing an apron, like a butterfly dancing in morning-light.

For a while, Brian was in a daze. His craving eyes moved slowly with Molly whenever she turned, going about her cooking. He watched her with a passion burning hotter than a dozen suns.

Perhaps it was because she felt someone was looking at her that Molly looked back, with knives and forks still in her hands. When their eyes met, she cracked a faint smile and greeted,"Good morning! Bri!"

Brian frowned. He was surprised at Molly's sudden reaction. However, an indescribable feeling nudged him on, deep at heart, touching his nerves.

Slowly he walked down the stairs, taking a glance at the dining table. There were fried eggs, milk, ham, steamed dumplings, minced pork porridge with preserved duck egg. A mixed variety of Chinese and Western food. However, there was no coffee, which he must drink every morning!

When he sat down at the table, Brian took a slight look at Lisa, who was carrying vegetable salad in her hands. Lisa knew what he meant by such a glance. She hastily explained,"Miss Xia said that..."

"I told Lisa not to make coffee!" Molly cut in to save Lisa. She did not want Lisa to feel embarrassed, so she said,"Never mind, Lisa, go ahead with your stuff."

Lisa cast him a glance, nodded in

milk towards Brian and said seriously,"I have found that you drink coffee or alcohol every day and drink tea only occasionally. But in fact, it is not

length. Slightly Brian raised his eye brows, looking steadily at Molly, while an unusual light was sliding over his

like Shirley's usual chatter with

glimmer of light in his eyes disappeared, his

today," a bold looking Molly suggested. "It's even better

the porridge Molly put in front of him. He did not like it at all. He wondered, 'What's wrong with her

you're not doing all

shrugged and answered with an innocuous smile,"Your

face was mixed. Glad at first, but soon turning pensive, almost troubled. "It

to change the facts, why should I keep hoping against hope? Given the current circumstances, dreaming that I'll leave will only end up with perpetually disappointment. That's not how to live." Molly shrugged and sat down. "Time goes by at its own pace, whether you are happy or not. I don't want to spend

shining bright like diamonds— much the same as Becky's. On the one hand, she seemed magical, mysterious, even angelic. But, she was also human, frail and burdened

while. Then, to Molly's surprise, he stood up, turned around to leave, and said,"I will send a

his coat and walked out. Looking at the food all over the table,

stole a furtive glance at