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Refuge
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 13.
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"Goodnight, Akane dear." Siefa whispered, as she put the baby to sleep that night. It was quite late, and across the room, young Junshi lay asleep in his bed. They had been moved to a private nursery, because Akane had continuously woken the other children up with her crying during the nights, and when they decided to move Akane, Junshi had refused to leave her side.
"Goodnight, Junshi." She murmured, going over and kissing the little boy's cheek. Quietly, she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Knowing that she was far from sleepy, she decided to take a late-night walk through the gardens before she retired. Slowly, she made her way down to the gardens, and out into one of the mazes. She was the only person who knew where it led to, because no one else in her family was really interested, besides Syaoran. Slowly she made her way down the stone path, stopping occasionally to pick a moon flower or two.
The high shrubbery hid may have hid her from sight, but it also blocked the moonlight from reaching her vision as well, so she had to rely on her sense of direction to lead her to her destination. Slowly, she began to hum a little tune she had learned when she was young.
"Love, It seems like only yesterday
You were just a child at play
Now you're all grown up inside of me
Oh, how fast those moments flee..."
She sang softly. It was a song her nurse used to sing her, and it was the song that she had just sang to Akane, to get her to fall asleep. Siefa smiled ruefully, and her heart became heavy. Love. Something she was sure that she would never have.
"If only." She whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears. She quickly made her way around two more turns, and then she was there! In the middle of this maze, was a small, circular glass hut. It had originally been made for use as a greenhouse, but the gardeners had decided to put the plants somewhere else. Not wanting it to go to waste, Siefa had turned it into her own private haven, where she could come to think. She silently made her way over to it and opened the door, not bothering to shut it behind her.
Inside, there were several wooden benches lining the far edge of the room. They had all been covered with silken pillows, fluffy blankets, and trifles, plus other things that made her comfortable. She had managed to hang velvet curtains from the roof, covering the majority of the back wall to give herself privacy. White lace curtains were used to close off the rest of the windows from sight, but still allowed light in. The roof was made entirely of steel, painted white, and then carved with an intricate design to give it a Victorian look. Siefa had even added a shelf full of books in one turn of the room, and a small pouf that slid under the benches, out of the way, if need be.
"My heaven!" She sighed, looking around the room with satisfaction. But for some reason, tonight it seemed more lonely than inviting. With a sadder sigh, Siefa looked around, trying to feel that comforting feeling she usually got from the room.
"You look lost." A deep voice commented softly. Siefa shrieked and turned around, her eyes wide with fright. Her hair, which had been up in a bun like usual, came out of its restraints and cascaded over her shoulders and down her back like a curtain. Her terrified eyes turned to shocked ones as she realized who had invaded her thinking place.
"Pr...Prince Touya!" She managed to gasp. For there stood Touya, looking quite wet. His brown hair was dripping, and his brown eyes were searching hers intently. He didn't seem to notice that his loose white shirt was now clinging wetly to his muscular form, showing off more than it usually did, and even becoming a bit transparent.
"You're sad." He stated, just as a streak of lightning bolted across the sky. There was a boom of thunder that made Siefa shiver, and then silence. Siefa gazed at him, still in shock, but she quickly shook herself out of it.
"Oh! You must be frozen! How on earth did you find me here?" She questioned, changing the subject, as she pulled a big, fluffy blanket off one of the benches and handed it to him. He looked at it dumbly as she walked behind him and shut the door. The rain had started pouring down in torrents, and gave no sign of stopping soon.
"I, um...saw you walking from the baby's room. You looked upset, so I decided to follow you and see if I could help. You didn't even notice." He commented, wrapping the blanket around himself. Siefa blushed, and looked away.
"I suppose we are stuck here for a while. I don't think that it is going to stop anytime soon." Said quietly, still avoiding subject. Touya, however, was not so easily distracted. He sat down on one of the benches, being careful to tuck the blanket underneath him first, and studied her face. He still saw the troubled look in her eyes, and his curiosity grew.
"You are troubled, my lady. May I be so bold as to ask why?" He teased, trying to make light of the situation. Siefa paled visibly, and moved one of the lace curtains aside, so she could see outside.
"Nothing, I assure you. I am quite well." She quickly countered.
"You lie." He stated. Siefa's eyes widened and she took a shuddering breath as her brown eyes met his own. Suddenly, Siefa felt a pounding, just behind her eyes, and her head felt as though it had just been put under too much pressure. Her breathing hollowed, and it came in rushing gasps. Touya still did not falter.
"I assure you..."
"Princess Siefa, you were my supposed 'slave' for over a month. I should think that I would know you a little by now, and let me *assure you*, you are *not* well." He stated, standing up and letting the blanket drop. His shirt had not yet dried, and she cursed this fact as her eyes centered helplessly on the area of his muscular chest.
Blushing and mumbling, Siefa looked away, trying to keep from making an even bigger fool of herself. Touya sighed and then sat next to her, taking her hands in his. Siefa jumped as his warm thumbs began to massage the back of her hands, and his eyes bored into hers. Siefa felt her breath catch again, and her heart jumped to her throat, choking her. His eyes pinned hers down, and forced her to look him directly in the eye.
"What is it?" He asked, his voice softer than she had ever heard it before. This was Prince Touya! The man who had shunned her family and all their fellow slaves that first day. The man who had taken her as his slave. The man who had released her...
"Why did you release me? When you could have informed all your guards and have them bring us back, why didn't you?" She asked, tears clogging up her throat. He sighed.
"Because Siefa, you are no slave. You don't act like one, nor could you ever. You were different than the other slaves, just because you understood me. Even though I don't think you realized it, you did. I hated my supposed 'father' for what he put you through, and I hated him for making you...a woman-slave for me. No woman should be treated like that, but especially not you. Not you." He finished, his voice kind and warm, unlike any he used when speaking to anyone else. She looked down. All this time, he had not faltered in his rubbing her hands.
"That is kind of you, Prince Touya." She managed. Gently, one of his hands released hers, and came up to cup her chin, forcing her to look at him. She suppressed a shudder at the sensation of his hand on her, and she turned tear-filled eyes to him.
"You are still unhappy." He whispered, his voice matter-a-fact. Now the tears spilled over, trailing down her cheeks. His eyes widened in alarm, and he gently stroked them off her cheek with his finger.
"You cry every night. I hear you." He stated. She choked on a breath and prayed that he had never heard the words that went along with the sobs. Suddenly, Siefa felt something whisper across her cheek, and she was stunned to feel his lips caressing her tears away. Pain filled her heart and more tears came, though this time, she was not aware of them. He was so kind! So kind to her, but how could he possibly give her what she desperately needed; his heart?
"Please! Please don't, Touya. You have no idea what your touch does to me. Please stop." She whimpered, sobs filling her chest, threatening to explode. Touya pulled away, his eyes boring into hers once more.
"Don't fear this, Siefa. We both know what has happened, and neither of us can avoid it. It is inevitable." He murmured. She gasped at his words, and looked up, her lips quivering.
"We can't! What would people think? We are from two different worlds, Touya. It is impossible for this to go on. We cannot go on with this! We can't!" She sobbed openly now. Instead of moving back, however, he moved closer, his hands gently running up and down her arms.
"'People' don't matter. And this can happen. It must. We cannot ignore what we are feeling, Siefa. You feel it, I know, and I do as well. Neither of us can help it. I...I love you, Li Siefa." He whispered, pressing his lips to hers. Siefa whimpered in shock, shivering as his arms surrounded her, and his fingers played with her hair. This was wrong, wasn't it? But why did it feel so right? Why were bliss and joy filling her where sorrow had once been? Then, her mind went blank as his tongue invaded her mouth, passion spilling from every movement he made. Finally, they pulled back.
"Touya, oh Touya, I love you. I can't help it! I know it is wrong, and that your father will be so displeased and mother...but I do, and I have since the day I first saw you." She admitted, her voice shaking. Touya smiled and pulled her close, trailing his lips over her neck, and causing her to tremble in ecstasy.
"This is right, Siefa. How could it be wrong? And father will not object. He likes you, and he even threatened to disown me if I didn't tell you of my love before I left." He chuckled. Again, she trembled, clutching onto his arms as his lips found hers once more, and they fell back on the bench, holding each other tightly.
"I don't want to know what your brother is going to think of me." Touya groaned, pulling back from her lips once more. She laughed softly.
"I think, somehow, he already knows. Your sister does at least, and Junshi knows..." Siefa paused here, her eyes filling with worry.
"Junshi! I completely forgot about him! What is to become of him and Akane? They are so young...the new orphanage has been finished, and they are supposed to move into it soon. But Touya...I don't want to let them go!" She whimpered, burying her face in his neck. He looked thoughtful.
"We could always keep them. Adopt them, perhaps." He commented. She looked up, hope filling her eyes.
"But, which one of us would get to adopt them?" She asked, shyness entering her tone. He smiled, and sat up, pulling her up with him.
"We can both adopt them. Then they will be our children. We will have a pre- made family!" He laughed. Siefa gasped.
"Touya! Are you saying..."
"Yes, love. Will you marry me?" His question caused her to throw her arms around him in ecstasy and happy tears to fall.
"Of course! Of course I will, you dear, dear boy!" She half-laughed, half- sobbed. He chuckled and pulled he back in for a kiss.
"I don't think we are going to get out of here anytime soon." He murmured into her ear. She shivered again and smiled.
"Then we shall stay the night here." She whispered, picking a blanket up and pulling it over their bodies. Touya grinned and held her in his arms as she nuzzled into his chest.
"I love you, Touya." She whispered, just as her eyes fluttered shut in sleep. Touya smiled contentedly and pulled her even closer.
"I love you, my Siefa." He whispered, burying his nose in her fragrant hair and falling into the most restful sleep that he had had since she had left him.
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*Two months later*
"Look! Chiharu caught Sakura's bouquet!" Someone shouted, as a lovely bouquet fell into Chiharu's arms. Sakura turned around from her station on the dance-floor and laughed as she caught the shocked look on her friend's face.
"Oh! Meiling caught Tomoyo's!" Came another call. Indeed, Meiling *had* caught the other lovely bouquet and was now waving it proudly over her head as Omata kissed her. Tomoyo was laughing hysterically, as her new husband, Eriol, held her close and smirked at the couple.
Sakura felt a pair of arms surround her and she turned to find her own husband, Syaoran standing behind her, smiling.
"Look." He murmured, discretely pointing over to the one quiet corner of the ballroom. There stood Sakura's older brother, Touya, with his wife, Siefa and their two young children, Junshi and Akane. Little Akane was fast asleep in her mother's arms, but Junshi was looking around in eagerness. When he noticed that they were looking over at him, he broke away from his parents and quickly ran to them.
"Uncle Syaoran! Aunt Sakura! Isn't this great? And Uncle Syaoran. I don't have to hate you anymore, because now I know that you love Aunt Sakura, even though you *did* kidnap her." Junshi stated. Syaoran laughed and picked him up.
"You will never let me forget that, will you?" He teased. Junshi smirked and shook his head.
"Nope!" This response caused Sakura to burst out laughing.
"What is so funny?" Came another voice, Tomoyo's. Sakura turned and repeated what Junshi had said.
"Don't you ever, Junshi!" Eriol agreed, smirking. Junshi smirked back.
"I won't forget what you did, Uncle Eriol, so don't you be mean to Uncle Syaoran, or I'll tell." The little boy chanted. Eriol lost his smirk and both women began to laugh, while Syaoran smirked.
"Come over here, Junshi! It's time for dancing!" Siefa called. Junshi made a face but did as he was told. Syaoran chuckled and led his new wife onto the dance floor, as did Eriol.
"Life is good, isn't it?" Tomoyo sighed, leaning into her husbands arms. He smiled down at his beautiful wife.
"It is." He murmured. Across the room, Syaoran had just said the same thing to Sakura.
"It is. I had almost lost hope when I realized what my life was becoming...before you came. But then I met you, and even then, I think that I knew you would help me fix my life again. That first day, when I was crying, I saw you, and somehow I knew." She whispered. He smiled and pulled her closer.
"That was one of the only times that I regretted what I was going to do. Every time I saw you, I would feel doubt enter my heart, but I tried to push it away. You know, I was actually happy that you caught us, and made us kidnap you. Otherwise, I might never have seen you again." He told her. She smiled her innocent smile up at him.
"I love you, my Xiaolang." She breathed.
"And I love you, my Ying-fa." He murmured, just before his lips captured hers in a heavenly kiss.
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*THE END*
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Refuge
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 13.
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"Goodnight, Akane dear." Siefa whispered, as she put the baby to sleep that night. It was quite late, and across the room, young Junshi lay asleep in his bed. They had been moved to a private nursery, because Akane had continuously woken the other children up with her crying during the nights, and when they decided to move Akane, Junshi had refused to leave her side.
"Goodnight, Junshi." She murmured, going over and kissing the little boy's cheek. Quietly, she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Knowing that she was far from sleepy, she decided to take a late-night walk through the gardens before she retired. Slowly, she made her way down to the gardens, and out into one of the mazes. She was the only person who knew where it led to, because no one else in her family was really interested, besides Syaoran. Slowly she made her way down the stone path, stopping occasionally to pick a moon flower or two.
The high shrubbery hid may have hid her from sight, but it also blocked the moonlight from reaching her vision as well, so she had to rely on her sense of direction to lead her to her destination. Slowly, she began to hum a little tune she had learned when she was young.
"Love, It seems like only yesterday
You were just a child at play
Now you're all grown up inside of me
Oh, how fast those moments flee..."
She sang softly. It was a song her nurse used to sing her, and it was the song that she had just sang to Akane, to get her to fall asleep. Siefa smiled ruefully, and her heart became heavy. Love. Something she was sure that she would never have.
"If only." She whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears. She quickly made her way around two more turns, and then she was there! In the middle of this maze, was a small, circular glass hut. It had originally been made for use as a greenhouse, but the gardeners had decided to put the plants somewhere else. Not wanting it to go to waste, Siefa had turned it into her own private haven, where she could come to think. She silently made her way over to it and opened the door, not bothering to shut it behind her.
Inside, there were several wooden benches lining the far edge of the room. They had all been covered with silken pillows, fluffy blankets, and trifles, plus other things that made her comfortable. She had managed to hang velvet curtains from the roof, covering the majority of the back wall to give herself privacy. White lace curtains were used to close off the rest of the windows from sight, but still allowed light in. The roof was made entirely of steel, painted white, and then carved with an intricate design to give it a Victorian look. Siefa had even added a shelf full of books in one turn of the room, and a small pouf that slid under the benches, out of the way, if need be.
"My heaven!" She sighed, looking around the room with satisfaction. But for some reason, tonight it seemed more lonely than inviting. With a sadder sigh, Siefa looked around, trying to feel that comforting feeling she usually got from the room.
"You look lost." A deep voice commented softly. Siefa shrieked and turned around, her eyes wide with fright. Her hair, which had been up in a bun like usual, came out of its restraints and cascaded over her shoulders and down her back like a curtain. Her terrified eyes turned to shocked ones as she realized who had invaded her thinking place.
"Pr...Prince Touya!" She managed to gasp. For there stood Touya, looking quite wet. His brown hair was dripping, and his brown eyes were searching hers intently. He didn't seem to notice that his loose white shirt was now clinging wetly to his muscular form, showing off more than it usually did, and even becoming a bit transparent.
"You're sad." He stated, just as a streak of lightning bolted across the sky. There was a boom of thunder that made Siefa shiver, and then silence. Siefa gazed at him, still in shock, but she quickly shook herself out of it.
"Oh! You must be frozen! How on earth did you find me here?" She questioned, changing the subject, as she pulled a big, fluffy blanket off one of the benches and handed it to him. He looked at it dumbly as she walked behind him and shut the door. The rain had started pouring down in torrents, and gave no sign of stopping soon.
"I, um...saw you walking from the baby's room. You looked upset, so I decided to follow you and see if I could help. You didn't even notice." He commented, wrapping the blanket around himself. Siefa blushed, and looked away.
"I suppose we are stuck here for a while. I don't think that it is going to stop anytime soon." Said quietly, still avoiding subject. Touya, however, was not so easily distracted. He sat down on one of the benches, being careful to tuck the blanket underneath him first, and studied her face. He still saw the troubled look in her eyes, and his curiosity grew.
"You are troubled, my lady. May I be so bold as to ask why?" He teased, trying to make light of the situation. Siefa paled visibly, and moved one of the lace curtains aside, so she could see outside.
"Nothing, I assure you. I am quite well." She quickly countered.
"You lie." He stated. Siefa's eyes widened and she took a shuddering breath as her brown eyes met his own. Suddenly, Siefa felt a pounding, just behind her eyes, and her head felt as though it had just been put under too much pressure. Her breathing hollowed, and it came in rushing gasps. Touya still did not falter.
"I assure you..."
"Princess Siefa, you were my supposed 'slave' for over a month. I should think that I would know you a little by now, and let me *assure you*, you are *not* well." He stated, standing up and letting the blanket drop. His shirt had not yet dried, and she cursed this fact as her eyes centered helplessly on the area of his muscular chest.
Blushing and mumbling, Siefa looked away, trying to keep from making an even bigger fool of herself. Touya sighed and then sat next to her, taking her hands in his. Siefa jumped as his warm thumbs began to massage the back of her hands, and his eyes bored into hers. Siefa felt her breath catch again, and her heart jumped to her throat, choking her. His eyes pinned hers down, and forced her to look him directly in the eye.
"What is it?" He asked, his voice softer than she had ever heard it before. This was Prince Touya! The man who had shunned her family and all their fellow slaves that first day. The man who had taken her as his slave. The man who had released her...
"Why did you release me? When you could have informed all your guards and have them bring us back, why didn't you?" She asked, tears clogging up her throat. He sighed.
"Because Siefa, you are no slave. You don't act like one, nor could you ever. You were different than the other slaves, just because you understood me. Even though I don't think you realized it, you did. I hated my supposed 'father' for what he put you through, and I hated him for making you...a woman-slave for me. No woman should be treated like that, but especially not you. Not you." He finished, his voice kind and warm, unlike any he used when speaking to anyone else. She looked down. All this time, he had not faltered in his rubbing her hands.
"That is kind of you, Prince Touya." She managed. Gently, one of his hands released hers, and came up to cup her chin, forcing her to look at him. She suppressed a shudder at the sensation of his hand on her, and she turned tear-filled eyes to him.
"You are still unhappy." He whispered, his voice matter-a-fact. Now the tears spilled over, trailing down her cheeks. His eyes widened in alarm, and he gently stroked them off her cheek with his finger.
"You cry every night. I hear you." He stated. She choked on a breath and prayed that he had never heard the words that went along with the sobs. Suddenly, Siefa felt something whisper across her cheek, and she was stunned to feel his lips caressing her tears away. Pain filled her heart and more tears came, though this time, she was not aware of them. He was so kind! So kind to her, but how could he possibly give her what she desperately needed; his heart?
"Please! Please don't, Touya. You have no idea what your touch does to me. Please stop." She whimpered, sobs filling her chest, threatening to explode. Touya pulled away, his eyes boring into hers once more.
"Don't fear this, Siefa. We both know what has happened, and neither of us can avoid it. It is inevitable." He murmured. She gasped at his words, and looked up, her lips quivering.
"We can't! What would people think? We are from two different worlds, Touya. It is impossible for this to go on. We cannot go on with this! We can't!" She sobbed openly now. Instead of moving back, however, he moved closer, his hands gently running up and down her arms.
"'People' don't matter. And this can happen. It must. We cannot ignore what we are feeling, Siefa. You feel it, I know, and I do as well. Neither of us can help it. I...I love you, Li Siefa." He whispered, pressing his lips to hers. Siefa whimpered in shock, shivering as his arms surrounded her, and his fingers played with her hair. This was wrong, wasn't it? But why did it feel so right? Why were bliss and joy filling her where sorrow had once been? Then, her mind went blank as his tongue invaded her mouth, passion spilling from every movement he made. Finally, they pulled back.
"Touya, oh Touya, I love you. I can't help it! I know it is wrong, and that your father will be so displeased and mother...but I do, and I have since the day I first saw you." She admitted, her voice shaking. Touya smiled and pulled her close, trailing his lips over her neck, and causing her to tremble in ecstasy.
"This is right, Siefa. How could it be wrong? And father will not object. He likes you, and he even threatened to disown me if I didn't tell you of my love before I left." He chuckled. Again, she trembled, clutching onto his arms as his lips found hers once more, and they fell back on the bench, holding each other tightly.
"I don't want to know what your brother is going to think of me." Touya groaned, pulling back from her lips once more. She laughed softly.
"I think, somehow, he already knows. Your sister does at least, and Junshi knows..." Siefa paused here, her eyes filling with worry.
"Junshi! I completely forgot about him! What is to become of him and Akane? They are so young...the new orphanage has been finished, and they are supposed to move into it soon. But Touya...I don't want to let them go!" She whimpered, burying her face in his neck. He looked thoughtful.
"We could always keep them. Adopt them, perhaps." He commented. She looked up, hope filling her eyes.
"But, which one of us would get to adopt them?" She asked, shyness entering her tone. He smiled, and sat up, pulling her up with him.
"We can both adopt them. Then they will be our children. We will have a pre- made family!" He laughed. Siefa gasped.
"Touya! Are you saying..."
"Yes, love. Will you marry me?" His question caused her to throw her arms around him in ecstasy and happy tears to fall.
"Of course! Of course I will, you dear, dear boy!" She half-laughed, half- sobbed. He chuckled and pulled he back in for a kiss.
"I don't think we are going to get out of here anytime soon." He murmured into her ear. She shivered again and smiled.
"Then we shall stay the night here." She whispered, picking a blanket up and pulling it over their bodies. Touya grinned and held her in his arms as she nuzzled into his chest.
"I love you, Touya." She whispered, just as her eyes fluttered shut in sleep. Touya smiled contentedly and pulled her even closer.
"I love you, my Siefa." He whispered, burying his nose in her fragrant hair and falling into the most restful sleep that he had had since she had left him.
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*Two months later*
"Look! Chiharu caught Sakura's bouquet!" Someone shouted, as a lovely bouquet fell into Chiharu's arms. Sakura turned around from her station on the dance-floor and laughed as she caught the shocked look on her friend's face.
"Oh! Meiling caught Tomoyo's!" Came another call. Indeed, Meiling *had* caught the other lovely bouquet and was now waving it proudly over her head as Omata kissed her. Tomoyo was laughing hysterically, as her new husband, Eriol, held her close and smirked at the couple.
Sakura felt a pair of arms surround her and she turned to find her own husband, Syaoran standing behind her, smiling.
"Look." He murmured, discretely pointing over to the one quiet corner of the ballroom. There stood Sakura's older brother, Touya, with his wife, Siefa and their two young children, Junshi and Akane. Little Akane was fast asleep in her mother's arms, but Junshi was looking around in eagerness. When he noticed that they were looking over at him, he broke away from his parents and quickly ran to them.
"Uncle Syaoran! Aunt Sakura! Isn't this great? And Uncle Syaoran. I don't have to hate you anymore, because now I know that you love Aunt Sakura, even though you *did* kidnap her." Junshi stated. Syaoran laughed and picked him up.
"You will never let me forget that, will you?" He teased. Junshi smirked and shook his head.
"Nope!" This response caused Sakura to burst out laughing.
"What is so funny?" Came another voice, Tomoyo's. Sakura turned and repeated what Junshi had said.
"Don't you ever, Junshi!" Eriol agreed, smirking. Junshi smirked back.
"I won't forget what you did, Uncle Eriol, so don't you be mean to Uncle Syaoran, or I'll tell." The little boy chanted. Eriol lost his smirk and both women began to laugh, while Syaoran smirked.
"Come over here, Junshi! It's time for dancing!" Siefa called. Junshi made a face but did as he was told. Syaoran chuckled and led his new wife onto the dance floor, as did Eriol.
"Life is good, isn't it?" Tomoyo sighed, leaning into her husbands arms. He smiled down at his beautiful wife.
"It is." He murmured. Across the room, Syaoran had just said the same thing to Sakura.
"It is. I had almost lost hope when I realized what my life was becoming...before you came. But then I met you, and even then, I think that I knew you would help me fix my life again. That first day, when I was crying, I saw you, and somehow I knew." She whispered. He smiled and pulled her closer.
"That was one of the only times that I regretted what I was going to do. Every time I saw you, I would feel doubt enter my heart, but I tried to push it away. You know, I was actually happy that you caught us, and made us kidnap you. Otherwise, I might never have seen you again." He told her. She smiled her innocent smile up at him.
"I love you, my Xiaolang." She breathed.
"And I love you, my Ying-fa." He murmured, just before his lips captured hers in a heavenly kiss.
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*THE END*