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Chapter 4: When Life Becomes Unpredictable
My heart is now beating faster and faster. Blood is rushing madly through my cheeks making me look abnormally reddish and feel warmer. Hearing his calm, rhythmic heart beat made me blush even more. Was I just dazzled?
I don't know why my body won't move away from him and I don't know why my tongue was left tongue–twisted when I needed to look for words to make him go to school. I hate to admit this but he just dazzled me, didn't he? Just then, another voice in my head bugged me.
"Don't be stupid! He's harassing you!" my other voice, the fighter Sakura screamed inside me.
"Of course not… I-, I was so noisy," another side of me thought, trying to defend this guy whose face is just inches next to mine.
"I annoyed him in his sleep," the behaved little girly voice inside me tried to explain.
With my clouded mind, I don't even know how long this guy who is a handsome yet utterly stubborn guy and I, dumbfounded Sakura, stayed lying like this in bed.
"You promised that you'll wake him up and make him go to SCHOOL by ALL MEANS and you just said that YOU MEAN THAT! Yet, here you are doing nothing but looking at this perverted guy!" the stronger side of me growled.
It looked like I fell silent to the guy next to me but my mind's thoughts were really fighting like wild cats. But, when I saw him smirking at me as he said,
"Good, you've finally shut up. Now, get lost, baka."
My body was like on fire in an instant when he said those words. I went back to focus on what I really was here for.
"You, stubborn pervert!" I banged his stubborn, literally hard headed head next to mine making him loosen his grip on me. I balled up my fists and charged while saying,
"You don't want to go to school? So, I'm going to teach you a lesson right here, right now!"
Then, with one big shot, I punched him hard right on his handsome, perverted face.
"Ouch! What's wrong with you? You just trespassed in my room," he said roughly as he moaned in pain.
I stared at him blankly. He deserved it. Pulling me like that and hugging me for no reason earned him a good lesson. He stared at me with his accusing and irritated auburn eyes. This made me feel guilty of what I've just done.
"Is it really painful?" I asked, my tone now so soft and obviously, guilty.
He looked away from me. I stepped towards him to take a closer look at his face but he just kept backing away. Finally, he turned around to look at me.
"You're lucky, you're a girl," he said coldly.
I looked away from him, afraid that I would melt out of guilt. But, I just wanted to defend myself. Well, maybe, I defended myself in an exaggerated way.
"I didn't mean to-,"my apologetic words were cut off when I just saw how badly he got really hurt.
"Yo-u-r nose," I stuttered as I pointed at his nose.
"What now?" he asked while he rose an eyebrow at me, too annoyed.
"It's- it's- bleeding," I hardly said it.
Bright, red blood was flowing slowly from his nose down to his lips, to his chin until it stained in the white bed sheets. I watched the direction of the blood, horrified to myself for being such a violent person.
"Crap! My nose is sensitive," he mumbled as he he wiped the blood only with his bare hands.
But, the bleeding didn't stop. Like a reflex action, I drew closer to him and tilted his head up to prevent further nose bleeding.
"You really hit me hard, huh? Are you a-," he spoke but hesitated.
My focus was fixed on his bloody nose so I didn't really mind his mocking questions. After so many thoughts of hesitation, he finally looked at me in the eyes and asked, "Are you a tomboy?"
His eyes were showing now curiosity and excitement. I was hardly able to speak. So, I said nothing but just supported his head while staring at him, expressionless.
He also decided to keep quiet. I was standing beside him while he sat silently on the bed. We just gazed deeply into each others eyes for who knows how long. After what I just did to him, he talked to me right away like nothing just happened. Maybe this guy wasn't really a stubborn, bad guy. Maybe, I was wrong of my impression when Mrs. Li talked about her son.
I had so many thoughts piled up in my mind. I barely noticed what my expression was when I looked at him. Surprisingly, he just really gazed at my eyes. I shoved away my thoughts and looked at him just the way he did. There was a long silence. I felt awkward. Someone has to break this silence. Someone must break it. He gazed at me like he knew exactly what was on my mind. So, I gave up.
I cleared my throat noisily and walked away from him to get some distance, to get some distance to breathe. Fair enough, the bleeding already stopped.
"Here," I said uneasily and stretched out my hand that was holding a white handkerchief.
"Thanks," he mumbled and received the handkerchief.
"Just in case, it bleeds again," I reasoned.
It was again silent for another moment. But, this time, he broke the silence.
"You know? I appreciate all the effort you just did including imposing your violence on me but still, I won't go to school. My apologies for not warning you for wasted efforts," this guy said it fluently and coolly.
He really is a stubborn, foolish, rich brat. I said nothing for my long patience is really slipping away. But, I need to be more patient. I need to find a way to accomplish my mission. I have to because this is the only way I could ever pay the kindness Mrs. Li has given to us.
"Please… Will you please just go to school?" I said, kneeling down, my eyes on the ground as I pleaded in front of him.
It took him more than a minute to refuse my pleading. But to my surprise, he didn't refuse right away.
"Why are you doing this? We don't even know each other," he replied, his voice hoarse. I didn't look at him but still fixed my eyes on the floor.
"It's because-," I paused, thinking hard to know the best convincing answer to his question. I pondered for quite a while before I looked up to meet his eyes.
"It's because I care!" I said seriously.
His face was suddenly stunned. So, he didn't expect that my answer was going to be like that. But yes, it's true.
"I care so much for Mrs. Li. She's been so worried about you," I continued.
"This is none of your business," he said harshly, not breaking his gaze at me.
"Don't you think you're causing so many problems for your mother? Do you want to see her sad because of you?" I asked, not minding the cold, harsh words he just said.
Hearing this, he quickly looked away from me. His messy hair hid his eyes.
"My mom died when I was still three. I never knew what it feels like to have a mother," I said without realizing it.
This was more than just a mission. I will do my best in this task because this is all for Mrs. Li.
"Just this once, do a little sacrifice on your part for Mrs. Li, for your only mother," my mouth was most of the time not coordinating with my mind because most of the time, it speaks what's coming from the core of my heart.
"Just this once, make your mother happy," I said.
I don't know what else I could do to convince him to go to school and have a normal life again. This stranger is the most stubborn and most self-centered person I have ever met. He just swiftly went inside his bathroom, shutting the door close, leaving me alone.
Minutes ticked by. He wasn't still going out from the bathroom. I sat waiting on a chair while looking up to the blue sky. Whatever he was doing or whatever he was thinking, I am definitely not going to give up. I will finish what I have started and I will grant my promise.
"Why are you still here?" he asked.
My eyes searched for the room, now seeing the familiar face of this stubborn guy. I covered my mouth as I could hardly breathe.
"I- I am-er," I said breathlessly, thinking of excuses.
I couldn't help but blush like a red tomato when my eyes met his. His hair was freshly wet, the color of his hair darker. He wore nothing but wrapped his waist with a white towel exposing his fair masculine chest and body.
"Now,now, who's the pervert?" he said, sneering right at me.
My eyes must have obviously traveled from his hair, face, and all the way down. I quickly looked away from him shamefully and breathed in more air to relax.
"What are you saying? I'm still here because I'll never give up on you," I said, still not looking at him.
"So, that means you're not leaving unless I prepare for school and leave with you?" he asked, more like he was saying what was on my mind.
"Yes," I whispered.
"So, that means you're not leaving unless you're assured that I'm going to school?" he asked again.
"Yes!" I said, my voice determined.
"So, that means you're going to watch me change into my uniform to make sure that I'm not going to escape and really go to school?" he asked once more.
But this time, my jaw dropped at this question. What is he thinking? He thinks I'm some kind of perverted girl, doesn't he? My patience was almost at its limit.
I paced towards him and stood now in front of him.
"I'll wait outside," I said through gritted teeth and locked my tense, controlled eyes at him before silently leaving his bedroom.
Infinite patience is the key to my success in this mission. Indeed, I waited patiently right behind his door. I was lucky enough to still have much time left before my class starts. I really need to practice waking up early since probably, I'm going to have to do this every day.
In about ten minutes, the door knob twisted and a decent high school boy came out.
"Thank you," I whispered to him, making it hardly audible. I blinked once and just then, tears just slipped down on my cheek.
"I didn't really expect you'd do it." I said, feeling just so moved by his obedience.
"Stop crying, idiot. I'm not doing this for you," he said, chuckling at the same time.
"Who's crying?" I asked defensively, denying the fact.
"Well… you did a pretty good job," he said patting my shoulder.
I grabbed my school bag and we both walked together to get out of the house. I waited until I was sure that he really was heading to school with his personal driver.
"Good luck with school!" I said cheerfully, waving my hand at him while he rode in his car service to school. The car engine started and moved in moderate speed. Soon enough, the car was already out of my sight.
I walked in a moderate pace towards my classroom. Most of my classmates always already arrive in school even though there is still fifteen minutes left before the first class begins. When I slid the class door open, the sound I produced froze the babbles of conversation from my classmates. Rika, Chiharu, Naoko and the others caught a glance at me in a second, a hint of surprise in their faces.
"Ohayo Sakura chan!" Rika greeted me first with a smile. The rest of my friends did the same happy – good – morning greeting.
"Ohayo!" I, too, greeted my friends with my widest smile because this morning, was the start of a very good day.
I succeeded! Now, Mrs. Li doesn't need to worry anymore and she'll be happy. In this classroom, I am definitely the happiest and luckiest student today.
"You're unusually early, Sakura chan," Chiharu commented jokingly.
"My alarm clock was effectively annoying," I replied.
My friends laughed at my nonsense reason. They were very surprised that I am early in going to school today for the very first time. But, they were also truly happy for my improvement. I'm happy to be blessed with real, true friends.
The atmosphere of our classroom was filled with random, small but interesting conversations of little and big circle of friends. The topics are all usual and most likely the same everyday. Girls and boys talk about their bad, good, funny, and embarrassing experiences every now and then. Sassy and shy girls squeal and giggle as they share each other's secret crushes. Geniuses or sometimes, called nerds or geeks talk about homework in Science and Math but their small talk travels beyond, beyond the planets, galaxies and aliens. This is indeed a normal classroom of diverse teenagers. But as of this moment, I just wanted to be happy about my good start this morning and the relief of getting rid of that annoying, self-centered guy from my sight.
"Its 7:30," one of my classmates shouted, forewarning us that it is time for our first class.
The talkative and comfortable ambiance just quickly faded away when everyone went back to their respective seats and sat erect.
"I wonder if Mr. Shinichi sensei will have another very long examination today," Yamazaki said.
He swallowed in his throat noisily while all of us anxiously waited for our first class. Our science teacher is a really strict teacher who scolds a full hour length and gives us almost a daily dose of nose bleeding, long examinations.
"He's already late for five minutes," Chiharu said, acting like a public information officer.
"Maybe he's sick…" someone from the back assumed, hopeful that it would be true.
I don't know why the classroom was so tense. Maybe Mr. Shinichi actually told them to be prepared. It's like a warning to a very difficult test. I don't understand the class' tension since I always come in late for class so I always miss the first part of our Chemistry class.
"He's never been late but maybe, today's going to be an exception," another one of my classmates supported the previous statement.
My classmates exchanged a lot of suggestions and guesses which I didn't really bother to listen. Instead, I just scanned my Chemistry book to review while waiting for what they call as, "terror time."
Everyone was waiting silently so everyone can also hear the heavy footsteps of our so called, terror teacher from the outside lobby. The footsteps stopped and he finally slid the door open like opening our gateway to our personal hell.
"Good morning everyone!" our professor greeted once he came inside our classroom.
I stood up from my seat and looked up to greet formally our teacher.
"Good morning Mr. Yasunori. It's nice to see you this morning," every student greeted fluently.
In the first place, why is Mr. Yasunori, our class advisor, here instead of our strict, meticulous chemistry teacher, Mr. Shinichi sensei?
Maybe, my classmates were right. Maybe, Mr. Shinichi is really seriously ill and he requested Mr. Yasunori sensei to inform us of his absence and will leave us exercises or instructions to do from Mr. Shinichi.
"Why is Mr. Yasunori here?" Chiharu also asked the same question I wanted to ask.
"Banzai! No Mr. Shinichi sensei! No test!" the boys all chorused each other doing some high fives for their lucky day.
Girls kept whispering like restless honey bees due to this unexpected absence.
"Quiet down!" Mr. Yasunori said with authority.
Immediately, the whole class hushed and only the squeaks of moving chairs were the noises to be heard. Mr. Yasunori cleared his throat signaling to speak.
"Again, good morning students! You may be wondering why I'm here right now instead of Mr. Shinichi," Mr. Yasunori began but was interrupted by the whispering girls in the front.
"He's sick. I told you so," Rika whispered to Chiharu.
"Mr. Shinichi isn't ill or absent but he is present in school. In fact, he's waiting right outside your classroom," Mr. Yasunori clarified, specifically fixing his attention to the whispering girls in the front.
"So, I asked a little of Mr. Shinichi's time to tell all of you a very important announcement," sensei said with a hint of excitement but nobody in the class wore excited faces about the new announcement because of utter disappointment regarding Mr. Shinichi.
"What is it sensei?" Chiharu asked to cover everyone's lack of interest.
Somehow, Mr. Yasunori appreciated it.
"Very well then… I would like to announce that starting today, you will meet and study with your new classmate," Mr. Yasunori said it too lively.
"A new classmate? Wow! That's great!" Yamazaki exclaimed after a few seconds of the announcement.
The others followed Yamazaki's thrill of excitement. Now, everyone's totally curious. Well, I admit. So am I. This event just happened in my class for the first time.
"So, are you all ready to meet your new classmate?" Sensei asked, also thrilled with all the excitement. Everyone nodded eagerly.
"Please come in," Mr. Yasunori said, talking to someone from outside the door.
Too bad, for my new classmate, he or she is going to be shy and lonely. I don't want my new classmate to be lonely. I'll make friends with him or her. I was spacing out of my imaginations of my new classmate that I barely looked when the door slid open.
"He's so handsome!" I heard a girl squeal from the back of my seat. I looked at the girls and they were all like day dreaming, squealing with delight and giggling softly. The boys were sort of down and seemed to have lost a game.
"Hi," I heard a husky voice greet everyone. So, he must be a guy which explains all the fantasizing girls.
"Nice to meet you," said a manly voice.
This time, my eyes searched for my new classmate. He was standing beside Mr. Yasunori, his face tilted towards my opposite side. I couldn't get a clear view of his face. But, something is familiar. I stared keenly on my new classmate. His hair... it is a messy auburn.
I'll just talk to him later. Maybe, I'll make friends with him. Now, I was paying attention to the new classmate.
"My name is Li Syaoran," said our new classmate.
Now, he faced everyone and bowed his head in a respectful manner.
"It cannot be… I must be hallucinating," I gasped seeing in front of our classroom the stubborn self centered guy wearing a school uniform with his bag slung on his shoulder.
I pinched my face to wake up from my sleep but surprisingly, my cheek felt painful where I pinched it.
"What is this stubborn rich brat doing here? Is he following me?" I thought.
Mr. Yasunori was busy narrating all about my new classmate which looks exactly like the rich stubborn brat that I barely know.
My mouth fell open while I looked at Mr. Yasunori and then to him in the front. It just seemed so real. I stared at him, shocked. Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse at me. But, his face did not seem at all stunned. Maybe, I just mistook him for that guy.
"So, Syaoran, there is one empty seat intended for you," Sensei said.
The new classmate searched for it ending up to the place near me.
"Its right there… beside Kinomoto Sakura," Sensei added.
I'd really had enough for today. My mind is full of confusion.
"Sakura? Kinomoto Sakura?" Mr. Yasunori called me.
My mind snapped back to reality causing me to stand up right away, startled.
"Please guide Li Syaoran in the lessons and classes since you're his seatmate," Mr. Yasunori sensei instructed me.
When he said that, I felt that most of the girls were firing a glare at me. What did I just do?
"Ye-s, Si-r…" I stuttered, agreeing in his instructions.
The new boy walked towards me and stole a glance at me before going to his seat. I kept quiet, pretending that I was studying my chemistry book. About, the whole "be friendly" thing, I highly doubt I'll do that now.
"Hey," the boy next to me mumbled.
I looked up from my book and saw a pair of dazzling, auburn eyes. I said nothing, fearing that my assumptions were true.
"Thanks for the wake up call," he whispered to me.
I was at a loss for words. He leaned closer to me and I just stayed there, frozen in my seat.
"Do you mind sharing a book?" he asked.
I just shook my head and both of us started reading the lesson about chemical bonds. Though, I couldn't really concentrate because I wanted to just be sure again that my assumption was right.
"Were you-" I asked, hesitating. He lifted his head to meet my eyes.
"Were you- the guy- this morning?" I just spitted out the question that keeps bugging my head.
He chuckled at my nervousness.
"You were so noisy," he said coolly.
That answer just made my day the worst day ever. The stubborn, sleepy head guy this morning is now my classmate plus he's my seatmate. How could I ever be so lucky? This is a bad joke.
"What are you doing here? Are you following me?" I hissed at him through gritted teeth.
He bent his head like we were having some sort of top secret conversation.
"What I'm doing here? I'm going to school and what makes you think that I'm following you? Ugh… following you makes my day annoying, idiot," he hissed back.
"Because, there are so many schools here in Tomoeda Japan, and you end up enrolling in my school?" I threw back a support to my accusation.
"Don't you think it's just a bad coincidence? It's my mom who enrolled me here, and what makes you think that I like to be here?" he answered back right away.
"I am definitely the unluckiest girl in the world," I sighed. Fate was playing on me. I don't like his arrogance and his stubbornness. Anything about his personality just irritates me.
"You just made me the unluckiest guy too," he said and heavily sighed.
The class hours felt like years. The teachers were giving him special treatment because he just transferred here and still needs to cope up with so many things. So, we were now sharing books for at least a week or more before he can have his own books. The tension between us was tight. I ignored him as much as he ignored me.
Finally, it was lunchtime and I eagerly went with my friends.
"Hey, hey Sakura chan, won't you introduce us to our new classmate?" Chiharu asked but it sounded more like a command to me.
"Yeah, Sakura chan! We'd like to meet him," Rika agreed while Yamazaki, on the other hand, was busy talking some made up story to Naoko.
"Li Syaoran came from Hongkong but he went here to Japan because he is a model who has a career here in Japan. He's really handsome- and you know, Naoko," Yamazaki chattered on and on about his very own history of the new guy but was interrupted to a rather irritated Chiharu.
"Will you please stop fantasizing and telling crappy stories to Naoko about him?" she said furiously, covering Yamazaki's mouth.
I don't really want to deal with their persistent requests at me and listen to all their comments about him so I just ate silently my lunch. As I chewed absentmindedly, I stole a glance at him. He was just sitting quietly on his seat, reading a book. He looked really lonely.
Suddenly, he turned his head toward me and I just, quickly looked away. The whole day passed in peace. I was just as quiet as he was. I ignored him much as he did. So, I went through an awkward atmosphere for the whole afternoon.
I grabbed my books and notebooks stuffing them inside my school bag and fixed my hair a little to get ready to go home. As soon as I was done, I sprinted towards the classroom door so that I'll go home first than him. I was already walking in the school grounds when I exchanged goodbyes to my friends.
Then, my ears caught an unpleasant honking noise. I turned around. There was a black shiny car on my side. I stared at it blankly not really thinking the honking noise was meant for me. The tinted car window moved down.
"Ms. Kinomoto Sakura. Mrs. Li instructed me to drive you home," a grown up man wearing black sunglasses and a black suit said to me.
"Huh? Mrs. Li doesn't need to bother hiring a personal driver for me to go home safe. I can walk, sir. No, thank you," I said.
However, the man stepped down from the car and opened the car door for me.
"I guess… Refusal is not an option?" I muttered.
Defeated, I bowed down to get inside the car and was stunned to see the punk rich brat/ my new classmate/ my new seatmate sitting already in the leather passenger's seat.
"Oh..." It was all I can say.
He glanced at me and soon looked back to the view from the car window. I sat beside him and we rode on a silent drive. When we reached the house's front door, Mrs. Li was already there waiting.
"Sakura chan! Welcome home!" she exclaimed happily and hugged me. Then, she broke the hug and turned to him.
"Syaoran kun! Welcome home!" she gave multiple kisses in his cheeks that made him blush, embarrassed.
"Mom! Stop it!" he begged.
I laughed, seeing how childish he can be.
"Let's eat! Dinner's waiting," Mrs. Li said in a very delightful voice as she gestured towards the dining hall.
She was like floating in joy.
My stomach rumbled seeing the grand delicious dinner prepared on a sophisticated manner on the table. Still, like the first time I was here, the food was too much for a few persons.
The three of us ate dinner, Mrs. Li smiling while talking about her experiences today while Syaoran, that was his name, and I chewed silently while we listened to her.
"So, Sakura and I were talking about last night and I'm just so happy, Sakura, that you were able to make Syaoran go to school!" Mrs. Li said gratefully, glancing at me, smiling. I was also smiling, happy for her.
I stole a glance at Syaoran to know what he's feeling. Maybe he'll be angry for all the forcing and pushing I have done but when I had the chance to look at him, he was smiling too.
"I'm glad to help," I said to Mrs. Li.
"Thank you so much!" Mrs. Li said, her eyes seemed like it was about to cry.
Syaoran chuckled slightly seeing her mother teary eyed.
"She's persistent," he commented.
Mrs. Li and I just both laughed at his annoyed face.
"By the way, Syaoran kun, her name is Sakura… Sakura Kinomoto," Mrs. Li began.
Now, she really formally introduced me to him. I just put a small smile so that Mrs. Li will not feel uncomfortable.
"Aahhhh... Sakura," he said my name at the very least.
"She'll be living with us for a while, so treat her well okay?" Mrs. Li went on and on.
She was really the only one talking for the most part during the entire dinner.
"What? Why is this annoying girl living with us? With me?" he protested.
"It's a long story," Mrs. Li answered calmly.
"But mom! I don't like her!" he revolted even more.
Ouch, those words hurt. But, what makes him think that I like him? He is the most stubborn, most arrogant and most stupid person I've ever met.
"My dear, whether you like it or not… She will live here," Mrs. Li's voice was still calm but there was a sharp edge to it.
I should really leave here as soon as possible.
"I'll stay here only for a few weeks," I muttered.
Mrs. Li frowned at my response, now glaring at Syaoran strictly.
"Do you want her to be homeless? She's been through a lot. It's a long story, Syaoran. So, please just try to know her better so you two can get along well in the future," Mrs. Li said calmly but her request sounded more like a command for Syaoran.
"Fine,"Syaoran grumbled.
Syaoran saying that he's fine with me living here is clearly against his will. We were almost finish eating dinner but she was still talking about so many things.
"Syaoran kun, I'm sorry dear but I'll be leaving for Hongkong tomorrow morning. I still got some business to deal with," Mrs. Li said, her face not as delightful as before.
He just looked away from her, saying nothing.
"Don't be sad. Sakura chan is here," she said, trying to comfort him using me but it completely results to an opposite effect.
The two of us just don't work out together. Our first meeting sure is a good evidence.
"Whatever," he said.
His face was upset but it was just a mask to his pain of being lonely and missing his mom.
"Sakura chan, will you please accompany him in the house and also at school?" she said, pleading.
I almost choked on the piece of cake I was eating when she said that.
"Please Sakura chan, I don't want him to be lonely. He's really not obedient at times but he just took a big step on going back to school. Please make him behave well. I really don't know where to seek help," Mrs. Li whispered.
I can feel the pain as she said those requests and I just can't refuse with this kindhearted person.
"But, how? How do I make him good?" I whispered.
Her face suddenly brightened up because asking this meant like a yes.
"Like, waking him up on time, monitoring his studies, just accompanying him always and guiding him to the right things. Things like that… He really doesn't listen to other people except me and maybe, just maybe, he'll listen to you," Mrs. Li whispered to me but it was barely a whisper.
"What's that supposed to mean? Like she's my personal maid?" he exclaimed, obviously not agreeing to his Mom's idea.
Mrs. Li stared at him, her face serious but concerned.
"What a brilliant idea, Syaoran!" Mrs. Li exclaimed in pure delight, her eyes flicked with enthusiasm.
"I can work as a maid here but a personal maid? That's not right," I said trying to lead this conversation to a safer direction for me.
Syaoran's face was flushed with fury.
"No, dear… You're not going to be a personal maid," Mrs. Li clarified to me.
I sighed of relief upon hearing this and so did he.
"Sakura chan… will you be Syaoran's personal assistant?" Mrs. Li asked, staring at me with puppy dog eyes.
Seriously, you've got to be kidding me! I did not know how to express to her politely my refusal.
"Please…?" she continued, her puppy dog eyes are indeed very hard to resist.
She really cared the most for her son who by the way is the person I loathe the most. I tried my hardest to speak but it seemed like the words won't fit. I was tongue tied. Syaoran was signaling me a big NO and for that one time, we have finally agreed on something.
But then, Mrs. Li continued.
"Now, that settles it. I can go abroad feeling at ease," Mrs. Li said, now grinning sheepishly.
"Your silence means yes, right?" Mrs. Li assumed.
Syaoran and I exchanged shocked glances at each other; both of us were at a loss for words.
Rainvilla: I hope you have read it all the way. Give me reviews for any suggestions to this story or just comments. But please, no flames… anyways, I tried my best so just enjoy!