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Yes… I haven't updated in a very very long time… Well… inspiration comes and goes and I feel guilty if I give you utter crap after waiting for so long. I wrote about 7 pages… and then I completely threw that out the window… because it was horrendous. Hopefully this one is much much better than my last copy and that you enjoy it!

And once again, a thank you to all my reviewers of the last chapter! This chapter's for you!

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Finally… the answer, Syaoran thought as he waited patiently for Sakura to tell him. It did bug him incessantly. No one stayed in the hospital for 4 months straight due to good health. Something happened… something he wanted to know desperately. Why had she not told him yet anyway? Didn't she trust him? His mind twirled around inside his skull.

A warm hand enclosed his chilled fingers. She took his hand and moved it from his lap to her chest, hovering over her heart. He flustered and tried to yank his hand back, realizing exactly where his hand was, but her grip was soft but firm.

"This… isn't mine." Her eyes glossed over with unshed tears. A wave of guilt washed over her. It made her emotional to think of the pain and sufferings her family and friends went through because of her. Removing his hand from her grasp, he embraced the woman before him with both of his arms. He used soothing words and comforting gestures to calm her down. It hurt to see her like this.

"Shhh… Sakura-san. Calm down. Everything's fine now right?" His last statement felt more like a question. She was fine now… right? His heart pounded rapidly at the thought of it. Sakura, lying down in a hospital bed, sick and weary with a weak smile. Different tubes were going in and coming out of her body. Nurses rushing to her aid when she suddenly couldn't breathe or… The image ate him up from the inside. His arms unconsciously pulled her in tighter. He wouldn't lose her like he lost Aya.

"It is… but I feel guilty." He gently stroked her hair with his fingers. The two were still huddled next to each other on the park bench.

"What do you have to be guilty about? You're the victim." She looked up at him and shook her head.

"No. The real victim is my heart donor. He or she died. If he or she hadn't, I wouldn't be standing here before you." Both of their hearts clenched at the thought. "I try not to think about how torn apart his or her family and friends took his or her death. But the thought keeps running through my head." Her compassionate words touched him. She was thinking of others before her fragile, delicate self.

Come to think of it, he was one of those torn apart by a heart donor. He remembered dashing into the hospital, screaming at the receptionist in his hurry to get to her… all of his attempts in vain. He recalled the doctor telling him of Aya's decision to donate her organs. He remembered his tears and his promise. He recalled the dull ache in his heart, as her casket was lowered 6 feet under the ground for all eternity. How did Sakura even think of people like him in such a critical condition?

"Do you worry for yourself at all?" He mumbled under his breath. She still heard him and nodded.

"Eh? Why would you say such a thing? Of course I take good care of myself! If I don't, then other people worry!" She retorted. He chuckled. Her innocence was so delightful. She could transform a depressing moment into a cheerful one without trying to. That was one of the things he lo- liked about her.

"I would say something like that because of what you just told me. You worry about yourself for the sake of others. You worry about yourself because you don't want to worry your father, or brother, or friends, right?" He caught her speechless. Her mouth opened and shut several times before she responded,

"Well, that's not all! I do worry about myself! I-I-" Her mouth shut close again. She had nothing to say. He smiled sincerely.

"Well, thank you for thinking of people like me."

"Why wouldn't I think of you? You're important!"

"No… people like me who have been torn apart by the death of someone we love."

"Well why shouldn't I think of those people? They're suffering more than I have… its not easy to lose someone you love…" Sakura shut her mouth. This was probably the wrong topic to talk to Syaoran about… she thought, keeping Aya in mind.

"No." Syaoran replied with a fatigued sigh. "It isn't. But you would know as well, right?"

"Not as much as you, Syaoran-kun." She easily responded. "I only lost my mother when I was young but you lost your father at an early age as well. On top of that, you lost Aya. They were two different people who received different types of love from you. You were meant to love your father as a person you looked up to and had fun with… but you also opened your heart to a complete stranger, completely devoted to spend the rest of your life with her, and…" She trailed off. It was so much harder to acknowledge someone's death with words than to just accept it on one's own.

"Thank you." It was amazing how well she could understand other people. It was equally amazed at how well he could open up to her.

"No problem." She whispered back with a sad smile. A small sneeze suddenly came from Sakura. Syaoran impatiently looked at his watch. They came to the park to meet up with everyone else… but they weren't showing.

"Let's go to a café." He proposed as he stood up and scooped her up into his arms. Naturally, she protested but she had a lot against her.

"You can't walk on your own without your crutches and its too cold for us to wait outside any longer. Might I also add that I'm holding you right now and can do this," he loosened his arm grip, causing Sakura to squeak and tighten her grip on him as she dropped a little.

"Mou… you're mean Syaoran-kun." She remarked as she stuck out her tongue. He returned her childish gesture and started walking to the nearest café. "Well, you're reckless."


"Oh my! What a cute couple!" The waitress squealed. Syaoran had walked into the café and received several stares since it wasn't common to see a man holding a woman in his arms. Sakura only caught the word cute and Syaoran flustered.

"A-ah… xie xie? One black coffee for me and…" He looked away from the waitress and turned to Sakura.

"Hot cocoa." She whispered to him in Japanese.

"A hot cocoa."

"It'll be out soon!" The waitress left in a chipper mood. Around the café, they continued to receive stares and some whispers. Why aren't they getting over it? Carrying her into a café wasn't that big of a deal.

"Ne… Syaoran-kun?"

"Ah?" He diverted his attention from the people around him to the woman in front of him.

"Aren't you famous here?" She whispered to him. He lightly banged his head against the café table. Spending time with Sakura made him feel like he was back in Japan where he had anonymity. Besides, there was only so much that hair gel can do. He still looked the same save for the orderly hair. Her giggle brought him back from his thoughts. She looked so adorable when she did that.

"How do you forget something like that?"

"Not very easily." He mumbled under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." The waitress came back with a big grin on her face as she placed the drinks before them. She was so happy that she didn't notice that she put the drink down on its side and inadvertently let it spill all over Sakura.

"Itai!" Immediately the waitress jumped with alarm as she grabbed napkins to try to take it out. Sakura couldn't even run to the bathroom since every time she moved, she felt pain in her foot. Syaoran burst up from his seat and moved the waitress aside to scoop Sakura into his arms and then swiftly headed towards the bathroom. Luckily it was one of those unisex, one toilet, and one-sink bathrooms so it wouldn't look too awkward if they both went in.

In the said bathroom, Syaoran sat her down on a closed toilet seat and realized that there was a big dilemma. She needed to take off her shirt and her pants… but she didn't have anything to change into.

"Are you okay staying here alone while I find you some clothes?" Syaoran asked, received a nod in reply. He left the bathroom to look for clothing she could wear. Then it hit him. Eriol and the rest of them could buy something! The phone rang once before Eriol picked up.

"Syaoran! Where are you? I was just about to call you! We've arrived at the park."

"I'm not there anymore. Could you give the phone to Daidouji-san?"

"Tomoyo? Okay… hold on."

"Moshi moshi."

"Daidouji-san. Do you know Sakura's clothing sizes?"

"Of course I do!" Tomoyo replied proudly.

"Could you buy something for her to change into? Her clothes are covered with hot cocoa right now."

"What happened? Was Sakura-chan injured in any way? How bad was it?" She asked immediately in alarm.

"I'll explain to you later. Just tell Eriol that we're at the café, two blocks from the park. He'll know which one I'm talking about. Come quickly."

"I will!" She replied before the phone conversation ended. Everyone looked patiently at Tomoyo. Why did Syaoran ask to talk to her?

"Sakura needs clothes!" She announced to them receiving baffled looks. Everyone was expecting to meet Sakura and Syaoran at the park. Where were they now? And why exactly did Sakura need clothes?

"She spilled hot chocolate on her clothes and she needs something to change to! We'll pick out the cutest outfit for her!" Tomoyo gushed, getting starry eyed. The guys ignored it as Meiling just laughed it off. Same old Tomoyo. On the surface, Tomoyo tried to be as cheery as she could, but nothing could really shake her concern for her friend. It was bad enough that she was injured earlier during their vacation. It seemed like Sakura wasn't favored by the heavens recently. Syaoran had better be taking good care of her. Meiling noticed the change in Tomoyo and asked if anything was wrong. Denying any such thing, she smiled and linked her right arm with Meiling's left arm.

"Let's go!"


Syaoran was heading back for the bathroom when the waitress from earlier bumped into him.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh no! You have nothing to be sorry for. Um… here. Your girlfriend can borrow one of our uniforms. I think this is her size."

"Xie xie." He replied with a smile. Before he headed off to the bathroom to give Sakura her clothes, the waitress stopped him. "Um… are you… Li Xiao Lang?" The sound that came from Syaoran's throat was a mix of a cough and a choke.

"No. I'm sorry. I get that a lot though." He lied smoothly. She apologized again before going back to her work. At least she was kind enough to give Sakura some clothes to change into, Syaoran thought as he walked back. Then he heard a high-pitched scream coming from the bathroom. Sprinting, he ran into the bathroom to see Sakura halfway undressed turned away from him and another man in the bathroom. The look on Syaoran's face couldn't be described as merely incensed. It was so much more.

Obviously the man had accidentally walked in since Syaoran couldn't lock the door without locking himself out of the restroom. He couldn't ask Sakura to lock it and close it again since she wasn't able to walk. He had been so sure that no one would walk into the room during that short span of time… and honestly, who walks into a bathroom when the lights were clearly on and the door was shut! Didn't he at least knock? Each thought just infuriated him more.

Kicking the man out, Syaoran stared him down fiercely before closing and locking the door. Then he realized his predicament. She was still half undressed. His face instantly flustered. Looking away, he handed her the uniform.

"Change into this."

"Thank you Syaoran-kun." She replied, equally as flushed. She put the shirt on first, shimmied her way out of her pants and struggled to put the skirt on. "Um… I'm done." She said shyly. As close as they bonded in that short period of time, naturally there were still some things that were awkward, this incident being one good example. He turned around, still red from earlier. One look at her and his breath was taken away. The uniform suited her so much more than the waitress. Under the scrutiny of his stare, Sakura asked shyly,

"Does it look bad?" The question registered into his brain a minute after she asked it.

"N-no." Syaoran said choking on his words.

"Are you okay?"

"F-fine." He gasped out. His stupid brain was wandering into an area it shouldn't. When those thoughts started flooding his brain, he realized that others with far more wandering thoughts than himself. That thought infuriated him. Almost angrily, he took off his coat and draped it over her. Taking this gesture as one for her welfare, she smiled at him and declined him.

"My coat is back at the table. I'll put that on."

"Please, keep this on until we get there." He insisted.

"No. I'm fine." She protested.

"I'm not." He retorted immediately in a harsh tone, alarming her. Realizing his sudden change in attitude, he exhaled and continued. "You look too… exposed. Some things that run in other people's minds are sick. Just please, wear it for now." Understanding where his thoughts and concerns, she flustered even more, submitted, and put the jacket on.

"Um… thank you for thinking of it." She told him, her eyes adverted to the ground. He lifted her into his arms, holding onto her firmly and brought her back to her seat. They were chatting and sipping their warm drinks when the door opened with a jingling sound. A chilly draft entered the little café. Syaoran didn't pay any attention to the door since he was busy glaring at some random guys who looked in Sakura's direction every so often. However, Sakura noticed and started waving towards the door.

"Tomoyo-chan! Mei-" She covered her mouth before she blurted out Meiling's identity. Her relation to Syaoran and her extravagant engagement party made her quite renown. The usual odangoes were missing from her ensemble and replaced with a simple bun held up by chopsticks. Glasses adorned her face, creating a different atmosphere about her. Hiromi was also in guise with his colorful contacts and spiked hair.

"Sakura-chan! Are you okay?" Meiling was the first to ask as she rushed over to her friend. Guilt cluttered her body whenever Sakura was injured in Hong Kong. Despite her delicate condition, she came all the way from Japan to be present at her engagement party. It wasn't even her wedding! She couldn't sleep properly the night Sakura had been put into the hospital for her foot injury. This was even before she found out about Sakura's condition! Meiling's worries lay hidden beneath her strong exterior. Like always, Sakura replied in the affirmative. She was okay… just as she was okay the other hundreds of times she had asked.

"Daidouji-san, could you change Sakura into her clothing in the bathroom? I'll carry her there." Tomoyo agreed and soon Sakura was back into normal jeans and a sweatshirt. The lights flickered dimming the room until it went completely out.

"Mou… Trouble follows me everywhere."

"So it appears…"

"Well, I think this is a sign we should go somewhere else ne Sakura-chan?" The girl nodded but after realizing that no one could see her move her head up and down, she sheepishly replied in the affirmative. Wasting no time, Syaoran scooped her up for the nth time that day. She gave up arguing with him to put her down. All her efforts were futile with him.

"Where are we going then?" He asked as he balanced the fragile life he held in his arms. She flexed her feet several times feeling no pain at all. Maybe they were healed?

"Back to your house?"

"We could go ice skating!"

"Sakura-chan, you can't skate."

"Oh… right." She replied with a dejected sigh. She continued to exercise her feet. Before Syaoran or Tomoyo could come up with something to do, Sakura caught their attention. She wriggled her way out of Syaoran's grasp and onto the floor, standing on her own two feet.

"Yatta! I can walk by myself!" Sakura chirped gleefully. A feeling of loss hit Syaoran hard in the pit of his stomach, realizing that he had no legitimate excuse to hold her in his arms any longer. He feigned a smile and congratulated her. Tomoyo embraced Sakura with enthusiasm. Just maybe… things will start improving for Sakura. The lights came on almost as if it were a sign, supporting her hopes.

"Syaoran-kun! I can walk now… we should go ice-skating!" Before he even had the chance to interject with his thoughts and opinion, she continued speaking at her rapid excited pace, "I'll ask everyone else what they think!" And she was out of the bathroom.

"She's only going to make it worse if she puts stress on it." He murmured under his breath as he followed behind her closely, looking for the opportune moment to sweep her off her weak feet.

Tomoyo tagged along in the back, giggling to herself. He was so protective of her. Now the question is, in what way? Somehow she highly doubted that it was the way Touya doted on his little 'kaijuu.' So… there was only one other option. He had feelings for her. Watching him collect Sakura into his arms and the ensuing little quarrel, it wasn't dubious at all. What was the extent of his affections? How will Sakura be affected by his lik- love? It was definitely love. But would Syaoran wake up to his surroundings, realize that as sad and painful as it is, his fiancé was dead. And if she really loved him, she'd want him to move on. In someway, she believed that he'd known.

This matter brought her closest friend in quite a predicament. Like it or not, Li Syaoran should be expecting a talk from her soon. Glancing at the bright smile that crossed Sakura's face, Tomoyo knew he made her smile like that. That heart-to-heart was coming sooner than later.


"Please Syaoran-kun!"

"No Sakura-san."

"Syaoran-kun!" She whined, puffing up her cheeks in an adorable pout.

"You're going to give your foot more stress. If you go ice skating now, it'll recover even slower."

"Demo-"

"No."

They were certainly quite a pair, Eriol mused. With her pleading, Sakura was able to get everyone to the ice skating rink. However, she was in the middle of trying to convince Syaoran to let her skate… and he hadn't budged a bit since the 10 minutes they arrived there. Tomoyo, Meiling, Toji and Hiromi were all already on the ice. As much as he enjoyed skating, he decided to sit back for a while and see how this pleading ended.

"I can't even-"

"No. You'll find a way to injure yourself even more."

"I won't do it on purpose!"

"I never said it was going to happen on purpose Sakura-san. It's just going to happen with or without your consent."

"I… Fine Syaoran-kun." The crestfallen look on her face made his heart pound with guilt. Why did she have so much influence on him? "I promise to take you ice skating the day after tomorrow."

"I can't. I'm going back to Japan that day." Her words instilled shock in his entire body. Wait… already? Too busy handling his own astonishment, he hadn't noticed Sakura's sorrow or Eriol's amused look. Where would this conversation go from this point on? Well, he wasn't missing out on it.

"That's right! We're going back in two days! I almost forgot about that Sakura-san." Eriol interjected. She returned his statement with a fake smile. He could tell immediately but didn't acknowledge it. Syaoran sent him one of his infamous glares. "It has been a nice trip hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has." Sakura agreed.

"So Syaoran, I guess you aren't joining us back to Japan right?" Eriol remarked. Sakura's body seized up and it wasn't because of the chilly atmosphere of the ice skating rink. She didn't think this moment would come so soon. Why would Syaoran have to come back with them anyway? He didn't. That was obvious. So... he wouldn't come back. He was much better behaved than the wreck she saw several months ago and... he belonged at home... which was far from her. Unable to mask her emotions any longer, she quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom but he followed along. Eriol let an omniscient smile cross his face, as he glanced over at them.

"Can you get there by yourself?"

"I-I can manage just fine Syaoran-kun. Besides, even if I can't, it wouldn't matter would it?"

"What are you talking about? Of course it-"

"What's going to happen if I start to rely on you to always be there?"

"Then I'll always-"

"I'm going back home soon Syaoran-kun! I can't say the same thing for you..." She trailed off choked sobs and made her way to the bathroom as fast as she could. Her body slid down the wall she was leaning on and she wrapped her arms around her legs. Why was this affecting her so much? She lived a perfectly good life without him before and she could do it again. It shouldn't bother her. She could just email him everyday for correspondence or she could call him. It wasn't that big of a deal. Why couldn't she believe herself? Why?

"Sakura-chan?"

"T-Tomoyo-chan? Meiling-chan?"

"Are you okay Sakura-chan?"

"I-I'm fine."

"Are you crying?" Why? Why was she crying? What was causing her heart to clench so tightly in pain?

"N-no." Was she... in love?

"Sakura-chan?" That wasn't it... was it?

"Is something wrong?" They were just really close friends. That was all.

"Sakura-chan? Speak to me." But why was it that no other close friend caused her heart to pound so deeply? Why was this happening?

"Do you have to go to the hospital?" 'Could it be a problem with her heart?' Tomoyo thought as she grabbed her friend up by both arms.

"I'll go call Syaoran."

"IIE!" Sakura burst out, stopping both of her friends in their flurry of panic. "I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll be okay. I promise." A silence fell upon the three girls. What now?

"Then… what's wrong?" Meiling finally spoke up.

"I… something's wrong with me. I think… I like Syaoran-kun." Her last sentence was barely above a whisper yet both Tomoyo and Meiling heard it. Hearing it come out of her own mouth seemed to solidify the feeling she had for him. It was inescapable. She… lik- no… she loved him. But she wasn't supposed to. It wasn't right. She was supposed to fall in love with someone who would love her for who she was; someone who had never fallen in love before.

"It'll work out Sakura-chan." Tomoyo said soothingly as she stroked her friend's back.

"D-don't tell him… please. Don't say a-anything."

"We won't. We promise." Meiling said. What was going to happen now? Frankly, when she had the idea of matchmaking the two, it was only a little dream. She never really thought of the repercussions of it… or how it would all work out in the end. Cuddling her friend, she knew that it would work out somehow.


Yea… Inspiration kidnapped my muses and my brain… I'm really really sorry for the late update. My new year's resolution is to finish this story within the coming year… Since it has been going on for a while… sighs I'll try to get the next one up by February! Thank you for all of you who haven't given up on me! The support is very encouraging!

However, one-shot inspiration was the only thing that kept me writing these past couple months. So, here's something I conjured up since nothing was coming to me for chapter 13. I re-watched the first Cardcaptor Sakura movie and noticed Syaoran-kun spazzing in the corner in a scene. And it is not related to Delicate Heart in any way, shape or form. So, without further ado, here it is


The little child wailed at the top of its lungs. Immediately to his aid came a disheveled man in his late twenties, who picked up the infant and cradled the tiny life he held with his hands. Big, wide amber eyes stared into his as the child quieted down. He smiled and continued to comfort the child until he dozed off into another bout of slumber. He would've never been able to experience this joy of new life, this particular life if it weren't for his wife who lay on their bed, curled up underneath the covers. Taking a seat in the rocking chair on the side, he rocked back and forth and reminisced on an important moment in his life.
No way. No freakin' way. It was not happening. His mother found that… p-person suitable for him? It just wasn't possible. He stood flabbergasted leaning against one of the sturdy columns holding up the roof of the porch.

Kinomoto just received a kiss on the cheek from his mother.

The idea was completely mind-blowing for him. After all, here was this girl that he constantly criticized for all of the months he had known her. Her card capturing skills sucked, period. Yet his mother found her to be worthy of inheriting the Li name through marriage… WITH HIM!

The only other girl she had kissed on the cheek was Meiling after she announced their 'engagement' to everyone she knew. In response to this, his mother strode up to her in a calm manner and placed a kiss on Meiling's cheek. When he later inquired her why she did such a thing, his mother replied,

"It makes things official."

His mother was not a typical mother who doted on her children. Sure she loved them, but she never expressed her affections to them. Which is why he took her completely seriously when she told him his answer several years ago. It was also the reason why he was petrified. She had only met her less than 2 days ago! There was no way that Kinomoto could be accepted into their clan as his wife. No freakin' way.


He asked her later on in the day in a subtle manner if she really thought that Kinomoto was suitable to be his wife. His mother looked puzzled for the slightest of seconds before a rare smile graced her lips. A rare secretive smile. It was short-lived. She quickly reverted back to her frigid demeanor that instilled a great deal of respect in him for her.

"You'll know when the time comes."


The cards were all captured and she gained the title of mistress of the cards. He was sulking for losing the title to her but at the same time, he didn't mind it. Not like he'd admit it to anyone else though. While he continued to carp about how weak she was, she proved herself worthy to be the mistress of the cards even in his eyes. Despite all he had said and done, she quickly forgave him and in almost no time at all, she surpassed him and transformed into a true card captor that she was destined for. Somewhere deep inside of him, he knew she could do it.

He reached a conclusion later that night. The time had come. Kinomoto (who insisted that he'd call her Sakura) was accepted since his mother's creepy but accurate intuition signaled that she would be the mistress of the cards. He called her later that night after his loss to the moon guardian to recount the story. She cut in from time to time to tell him that he should've known better or he should've done this. He took all censure with a quiet mumbled yes every time. Towards the end of the conversation, he told her that he knew why she accepted Kinomoto. It took his mother a few long seconds to respond.

"Well then Xiao Lang, tell me why."

"She's the card mistress. You knew she could do it. And in order to keep the cards under close surveillance, I would marry her. She also has magic in her--"

"The time has not come yet Xiao Lang. Not yet."


He stayed longer due to the unexplainable catastrophes that surrounded the new owner of the cards. He stuck by her side and protected her to such extents that he'd never think of doing for anyone outside of his family. She grew onto him and he couldn't control it. Soon, with the help of the moon guardian he realized… he was in love with Kino- no Sakura.

"Okaa-sama?"

"This isn't a scheduled call Xiao Lang. Is something the matter?"

"I-I think the time has come."

"Have you matured that much in such a short period of time? Tell me then, what is the card mistress to you?"

"I- I love her."


He had to capture her heart before he left. It wasn't easy, especially noting that she loved another. His mother had informed that he had 1 week left in Japan after the cards had all been converted into Sakura cards. So he confessed. She looked at him in utter shock as if she had never seen it coming (which she probably hadn't). But just before he left, she replied that she did love him and handed him a teddy bear, running after the bus. He swore he'd return to her.
He came back 8 years after his promise. She ran up to him with open arms and they were inseparable since. They dated happily for 2 years before he asked her to marry him. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she said yes. The wedding was huge. Reporters, friends, family and more attended the magnificent wedding. No one looked happier than the bride and the groom. Their happiness disappeared a month after their wedding date when his mother passed away. No one even thought of such an occurrence. His hyper sisters behaved themselves with tears streaking their faces. She would indeed be missed dearly. The head of the clan, a damn good one too, gone. His wife cried along with his sisters. He thought it was raining.
To my son,

If you receive this letter, then I have passed on from this world. I would like to apologize not being able to speak openly about many of the contents of this letter. I was never able to be a soft person after your father's death. I had to assume his role as quickly as I could and I had to shut everyone out of love and affection for the better, especially you my son. The one thing that I remember vividly of my memories of you was when you asked me why I kissed Kinomoto-san on the cheek. In all honesty Xiao Lang, I didn't. I was whispering in her ear, advising her to keep herself safe from harms way. But with that one question you asked me, I felt like a mother. For the first time in my life since I was able to cradle you in my arms, I felt like a real mother to you. You stood before me, standing so stiffly in my presence asking me a question that I never would've suspected to come out of your mouth in centuries. I could see your destinies were intertwined with one another but I had never thought it would go to the extent it had. I'm so happy to accept the card mistress into our family for her powers and her loving relationship with you. I'll be watching over you.

Li Yelan


"Syaoran… are you sleeping?"

"S-Sakura?" He shut his eyes tightly before opening them to see his wife's smiling face. She kissed his lips briefly before wrapping her arms around his neck.

"He looks like you."

"Really?"

"Yea. This must be what your mother saw when she cradled you in her arms."

"Y-You think so?"

"I do."