Love Began with the First Meeting

Sharon turned her back. The subtle flicker of restlessness in her eyes was very transparent though confusing as she saw a clearer image of the one who was coming. She exclaimed,"You're back."

"Yes, mom." As Molly mumbled, she walked up to Sharon and helped her sit down in a chair beside her. Then she said,"I came back the day before yesterday, but you were not at home then. I remembered that you had asked me to come back and you told me that you had something to talk to me."

Sharon, who seemed to be dazed for a moment, looked at Molly. There was an obvious hesitation hidden in her eyes. But finally she slightly said,"Nothing serious. I just thought that we hadn't had dinner together for a long time. So I asked you to come back to dine with us."

Molly looked at Sharon. The intuition told her that Sharon was keeping something from her. But she didn't reveal it. In fact, before she came back, she had anticipated that her mom might hide all the things and wouldn't let her know. After all, what her dad had done last night had already increased her load. And her mom loved her dad so deeply that she would do anything for him!

It must be this!

Molly said,"Though you don't have things to talk to me, I have something to discuss with you." Sharon felt confused. She looked at her with curious eyes. Molly continued,"Mom, have you and dad ever considered leaving A City? We can go anywhere in the world as long as we are together. Let's get out of this place, get away from legal casinos so that dad would not get lost in gambling. Let's leave here and restart."

Sharon listened, knitting her brows deeply. She said in a low voice,"Your father and I, we won't leave A City."

Molly couldn't understand. "Why not? Leaving here is the best choice, isn't it? Why are you

sharp eyes. She said,"No reason.

her refusal. Molly's face wrinkled together tightly. She couldn't get the idea why her folks wanted

just a ploy. Besides, she wasn't in the mood to dine with them happily. She couldn't understand

of her destination, Molly rambled along the street on foot. When she saw an overpass,

through her ears into her heart, was audible from a distant. She stopped her

playing the violin. Beside him were a brown violin box and a black bag with pieces of paper messing in it. His sight was focused on the corner of the wall as he played the

of the violin, just like the spring breeze, tickled Molly's thoughts gently. She stood still and looked at the man dumbly until

beautiful melody and found the man sitting on the

food marched into it. Though the food was much larger compared to the ants and obviously it weighed beyond what they could bear, still they

pure. It was as elegant as the sound of the violin and as

snow, eyebrows as black as coal, eyes with beautiful double eyelids, nose as pointed as Romans had and lips surrounded with charm. Surely, the man beside her was pretty. He didn't pay attention to her since his