Love Began with the First Meeting

In this moment, he didn't think about why he did it. It was an instinctive reaction to run outside.

Lisa was about to open the door when it was opened from the inside. Brian passed Lisa like a cyclone and ran towards the gate with long strides.

Molly strolled down the mountain with a half-light and half-heavy heart. She hadn't looked back since she exited the villa, because she was afraid that if she did look back, she would lose the will to leave. She did not want that to happen. Even if she came here in shame, she wanted to go with pride.

Thinking of that, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Molly's mouth. Although her heart held so much bitterness, which was shown in her smile, she forced herself to smile. She had to be strong and go ahead firmly, or else she'd lose everything.

"Molly!"

Molly paused for a second without turning around. She just stood there, while the smile at the corner of her mouth changed into one of self-mockery. She thought, 'What's wrong with me? Am I hearing things?' She heard Brian's voice, but she thought she got auditory hallucination, 'Are you sure about this, Molly? Why do you humiliate yourself like this?'

Molly took a deep breath while her eyelids were quivering to hide her eyes. She was close to tears. She took a step to keep on walking forward...

it could be, betraying no emotion. He was quite unhappy that Molly wouldn't stop, even though

it did nothing to hinder his voice. Molly turned round to look at Brian. He was clad in his pajamas, but he looked indistinct in the haze, and that

bit unsure, Brian had a glimmer of a smile flashing in his deep eyes. He abruptly raised his hand, holding the letter she wrote to him. "So you leave me a letter,

felt guilty. He made her feel guilty, even

like this. He wasn't in the best of moods to begin with, and now he

her head, like a child being scolded by an

me!" Brian was now really angry. Why didn't Molly let herself cry? This really burned him up, and he really lost it. He was usually proud of his cool, calm demeanor, but this

phone out of her backpack and handed it to Brian. Her eyes betrayed her. She didn't want to do this, even

her do this, and his eyes filled with a terrible fury. His gaze was as monstrous as a fire dragon that would never be satisfied until she was

backed up a step in fear. She looked at Brian through timid eyes, and saw his

her. If looks could kill, she'd be dead right now. He really wanted to tear her to pieces. Didn't she take him seriously at this point? His ferocity was

him bravely. She bit her lip and pocketed the cellphone. Then she took a pen and a notepad out of her backpack and wrote some words for Brian to read,"I meant to leave the phone behind too, but there was a photo of the snowmen you and I made together on it. I didn't