The sun had begun to disappear across the horizon. The western sky mellowed into a rich gold, and long shadows stretched across the city. It was the dry and stifling heat of the last evening of the month when the reddish glow of the sun tempers the senses. It was a still month, tired and desiccated, riddled with dry thunderstorms that produced no rain, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
If anybody had been out and about, on this sweltering evening, they would have seen that the pale and ghostly moon had already risen, a faint circle in the sky compared with its magnificent partner in the west.
Silhouetted against the full moon, a cherry blossom tree swayed calmly, noiselessly to the soothing autumn breeze, as if humming a distant tune to the moon. A man stood there dreamily through a haze in his mind he watched the lights of the Tokyo Tower bounce off the building and reflect upwards, meeting the lights of the stars shining towards it. Brown hair wilted over his eyes, creating a shadow, which could clearly hide his feigned happiness.
He was elegantly dressed, in a dark green suit, which gave an unusual, foreign look to him. It was hard to tell about his age; although it was evident he was in his 20s.
Suddenly, he jerked his head up, his eyes were a deep, dark brown, and they were brimming with misery and desolation. He brought out all his anger at the roof of his car stationed nearby.
"No! I can't bear all this…why me?"
His name was Li Syaoran, one of the most successful businessmen in the city. He had everything one craved for without a shadow of doubt: a nice mansion, lovely family, a bulging bank balance and friends at his disposal….or so he thought….
The main problem was that a certain girl, he had loved had thought him to be egoistical, mean, conceited, jealous and not at all suitable for him. She gave him an awful shock by giving him the invitation to her wedding to him which led to this state of despair. And he was returning from the damned wedding….
He looked at his image at the screen of the glass of his car, in the light of the flickering lamps. A nice, young man greeted him with a frown. He couldn't bear anymore…..