Let's just say that Syaoran never left Japan and never told Sakura how he felt.In the later chapters there'd be S+S..
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A young boy with amber eyes stared out of his appartment at the tiny lily white snow gently fell. His mind wandered. Wandered to Hong Kong where his family was. He missed them alot but for some reason he couldnt go back. It wasnt because he was afraid of the consequences for failing to get the clow cards. No it wasnt that. It was something deeper. Suddenly, the phone rang making him jump in fright.

"Hello Syaoran," a cold voice said.
"Mother?" said Syaoran sounding very confused.
"How are you?" the woman asked coldly.
"Fine, you?" enquired the young boy. "What does she want?" he asked himself.
"Since it's Christmas, i was wondering if you'd like to come home? announced Yelan Li.
"Uhh.. Yea sureee.. But can I bring some friends along?"
"How many?"
"Three, if you don't mind"
"Expect 4 tickets to Hong Kong in your mail two days from now."
"Thank You Mother.Goodbye"
"Goodbye" and they both hung up..

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Next day at school.

It was the last day of school. Thankfully. Syaoran saw Sakura Tomoyo and Eriol under the cherry blossom tree eating. Suddenly a familiar voice called, "hey syaoran. over here." He ran up to the tiny group and sat down. For the past seven years they had all become good friends. Even though Eriol put him and Sakura through alot, they began to trust him. Tomoyo and Syaoran had always been friends. Sakura and Syaoran also had become really close. Closer than he had ever gotten to anyone in his life. Finally making up his mind, he decided to ask them if they'd like to go to Hong Kong with him for Christmas. They all said they'd call him and tell him. Sakura and tomoyo had to ask their parent and Eriol had to make sure that Nakuru and Suppi-chan would be alright.

That night Syaoran received 3 calls.. All three were positive responses..

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