Chapter: 3
The Proposal

"We are going to Tomoeda."

Sakura's mood had considerably lifted with these words. She beamed at her boss, who was confused by her reaction. Sakura stood up and headed out the door with Syaoran in tow practically skipping out of the room, giddy with excitement. A smile had plastered on her face – it had even lit up her emerald eyes, causing them to shine brighter.

Syaoran noticed the changes in Sakura when he had uttered those words to her. The smile had crept on her face, changing her attitude. Simply, the air around them had changed: it bore none of the tension that had covered the room a few moments ago. His mouth gaped. She seemed different and he could see that the change was agreeable with her.

Haru met up with the pair on the way to the elevator. "Back to the office, Li-san?" Haru asked.

"Yes, I still have to talk to the President about some issues that need to be addressed before she leaves," Syaoran answered, his attention on the cell phone. Sakura was oblivious to the conversation; her mind still raced with excitement and giddiness about going back to Tomoeda. "Oh, I see, I have talked to Kaidou-sama, I warn you, he is notorious for his surprise visits," Haru stated, making Syaoran's head shoot up and focus all his attention towards him.

"What do you mean by surprise visits, Urameshi?" Syaoran snapped, bringing Sakura back to reality as she listened to their conversation.

"Well, usually, Li-san. He schedules visits to people in rare situations like these. He is very diligent about his work. He said it lets him observe them in their natural habitat, if that makes sense," Haru explained, his hand waving in front of the two like a middle school teacher. "He told me to mention it to you two. This is a good thing honestly. This means that he likes the two of you," Haru continued, a smile on his face.

Sakura was observing the two men right in front of her. The elevator dinged to indicate its arrival and the trio filed in. The elevator was otherwise empty. She brought her attention to Syaoran. She could see his frustrations as clear as day – his fists clenched, his body stiff while he conversed with the lawyer, his curt nods. Two years with that man and she could read him like a book. She barely listened to whatever Haru had mentioned to Syaoran in the enclosed machine they were currently in. Instead, she kept her eyes on her boss and the screen that indicated what floor they were descending through. As soon as they arrived at the reception, Haru turned to her, beaming and shaking her hand once again. "Good luck with this, I shall help you two with every step of the way. I do hope I get an invitation to the wedding!" Haru said, making Sakura very rigid. Syaoran's eyes were trained on her during that moment.

"Well, Li-san, I'll see you on Monday morning, have fun in Tomoeda! You too, miss!" Haru waved to the two and walked to the taxi that was idling near the building entrance.

"Well, Kinomoto. I have to go back to the office. You can have the rest of the day off," Syaoran stated, his eyes trained on his phone – looking for the chauffeur's number. Sakura was shocked – it was only Thursday and wasn't it her boss who demanded she start on the overtime?

"You might as well have the day off tomorrow too. Just come around for the coffee and a few minor tasks, that's all," Syaoran continued, standing beside her. The black car had come back for her boss and her. She stood, processing the words her boss just uttered.

"Oi, Kinomoto," Syaoran said, jerking her attention back to him. Sakura met his eyes and then nodded to prove that he had her attention.

"You can go home on your own, right?" he asked before getting into the car, leaving Sakura baffled.

Li Syaoran sauntered back to his office almost 3 hours after he had left. He noticed a lot of people leaving, of course; it was near closing time but he also noticed the stares from different people – at least they would look away if he even looked in their direction. He passed the reception and then walked to the elevator. As soon as the elevator arrived, he pressed the top button and waited. He sighed. Today had been troublesome for him. It had changed everything: his plans; his marital status and even his schedule for the week.

As soon as the elevator dinged, he walked out and went the opposite direction to his sanctuary. He was called to meet the president before she had left. He still had feelings of guilt overcoming him from time to time. But he was determined. With each step he took, he closed the distance between himself and the room his mother had been in. Running his hand through his messy chestnut locks, he paused in front of the door. He knocked twice and walked in, seeing there were still two occupants in the room – his mother and cousin.

"Xiao Lang, come in. I wanted to discuss something before I leave tomorrow," Yelan muttered coolly, gesturing him to take a seat next to Meiling.

"I am sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Mother. I was only waiting for the right timing," Syaoran said, bowing to his mother before sitting next to his cousin.

"I am sure you had your reasons, Xiao Lang," was his mother's curt reply.

"Kinomoto Sakura has been an invaluable asset to this company, I can definitely see why you fell for her," Meiling piped up, a smile on her face.

"You went through her files, Meiling? I can't believe you!" Syaoran yelled, making the two women jump up in surprise.

"Xiao Lang," Yelan said in a low, serious voice.

Syaoran looked down. He didn't need to face his mother's wrath – he could easily deal with Meiling later. "I am sorry," Syaoran replied in a low voice.

"Xiao Lang, it's time to give you this," Yelan said, her hands carrying a velvet red box that was in the drawer next to her. Syaoran's eyes widened. His breath hitched and he eyed the little box from where he was sitting. It had dawned on him – the content of the box was the reason he was brought back to the office. His mother handed him the box. To him, it felt like he was given the weight of the world to endure.

"I am proud of you, Xiao Lang," Yelan said softly. Her eyes met with her son's – she could see the struggle in them. It was one of the few times that made Meiling feel like she didn't need to be there.

Sakura was dead tired and drenched.

Li Syaoran had left her stranded in front of a government building, an hour away from her apartment. She had called up a cab, but it broke down barely halfway to her destination. Most of her efforts were useless. This was definitely the worst day of her life. She had stated this fact all throughout the day but held on to hope. She didn't want to accept that it took a turn for the worst when it started raining.

Fumbling with the keys, she put the correct one into the keyhole. Her feet felt like lead and hurt with every step she took. She was lucky she didn't have to wear 4 inch heels like some of her colleagues. She was perfectly comfortable with the short heels she wore to work. She kicked off the shoes carelessly near the door and walked to her kitchen.

Sakura had dropped her keys onto her counter and then opened up the refrigerator and surveyed its contents. The refrigerator had only a carton of milk, Tupperware of curry and rice, one egg and stale bread that she bought on her last weekly grocery trip. Sakura sighed, it meant that it was high time to stock up her fridge. However, it was when she had remembered about the trip back to Tomoeda, her lips curved upwards to form a smile. I think it would be better if I get the groceries later, Sakura thought. She turned on her heels and walked to the bathroom with the plan to rinse the rainwater off her skin and change into much more comfortable clothing.

Just as she had exited her bathroom, she was greeted with the ringing of her cell phone, piercing through the quiet atmosphere. Running towards the table where her cell phone resided, she pressed the green marked button to answer her call.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Sakura!" the soft voice squealed.

"Tomoyo!" Sakura replied with similar enthusiasm.

"I heard that you aren't coming – is everything alright?" Sakura winced, completely understanding the concern in her friend's voice

"Everything's alright, Tomoyo. In fact, I am coming home!" Sakura squealed happily, her lips turned to a small smile – she knew her friend could sense the happiness coming off of her through the phone. She could hear her giggling and imagined her expressions in her head.

"Touya told us that you weren't coming. What made you change your mind, Sakura?" Tomoyo asked.

Sakura was confused on how to answer – the day's events replayed through her head. Nervousness and fear had taken form in the pit of her stomach.

"Is someone with you right now?" Sakura managed to mutter. Her grip on the phone had tightened, her knuckles turned white – she gulped, she had to tell Tomoyo. She was the only one who could help her break the news to her family – or rather, help quell Touya's anger.

"No, I am going home right now, what's wrong?" Tomoyo asked more directly, now concern was evident in her tone. Sakura wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. Here goes nothing, Sakura mustered up all the courage she had in her before plunging into the details of what had transpired that day.

She could hear Tomoyo shifting in her seat and listening to her intently, offering her attention throughout the entire time she spilled about the events that had taken place – the office, the threat, the immigration office. Sakura knew the moment she would finish confiding in her cousin and best friend, she would have a lot of questions to answer to. A few questions that even she didn't have an answer to.

"It will be alright, Sakura," Tomoyo consoled.

"Oh, Tomoyo, what am I going to do?" Sakura panicked. "I don't think I can lie to them!" she continued, standing up and pacing in the room.

"I think you should tell your father about the situation," Tomoyo suggested. Sakura was gaping – she knew her father wouldn't mind her helping out her boss, but it did put Li Syaoran in a bad light. "Just tell him you like your boss and you are visiting with him," Tomoyo continued. Sakura knew that Tomoyo was in a bind herself – she couldn't properly conjure up a foolproof plan within minutes, especially considering how complicated Sakura's situation was.

"What do you mean?" Sakura asked.

"Well, your father is understanding. He understands that you are old enough to have a boyfriend," Tomoyo jested – trying to make the atmosphere a little lighter. "As for Touya, well, I am sure you, Yukito and your dad can handle him when he finds out. I'll be there too," Tomoyo reasoned.

"I am sure grandfather would be ecstatic about the news!" Tomoyo added – her voice perked up. Sakura was not able to stifle her laugh. Tomoyo could always make her feel better at the bleakest situations.

"I seriously think you should warn your boss about everything, Sakura. I am sure he has his reasons," Tomoyo said.

"You are right, Tomoyo. I should warn him. Apart from that, I am so excited to be home!" Sakura exclaimed.

Sakura could imagine the smile Tomoyo was giving off – it did feel like she was in her presence rather than being on the telephone with her. At least Tomoyo did give her hope that they can pull off the act with her boss in the presence of her friends and family with her help. She just needed to prepare the man for the showdown with her brother. She knew that it would be the biggest hurdle for the trip. Sakura sighed; she knew she had Tomoyo to count on to save her and Syaoran if the going got tough.

"Oh, Sakura," – Tomoyo's voice had broken Sakura out of her reverie. "I can't wait for you to try out my new designs," Tomoyo sighed dreamily, eliciting a nervous chuckle out of Sakura.

Syaoran was frustrated.

He had reached his home after bidding his mother farewell for her flight early tomorrow. Syaoran knew that he would not be available to drive his dear mother to the airport – rather he had to plan out the unexpected plot that had unravelled unintentionally and mostly due to his sheer stupidity. His eyes had wandered on to the sink – he remembered the used dishes that awaited scrubbing from the time of his breakfast.

He trudged towards the sink before removing his suit jacket onto the nearest chair and then folding the cuffs of his shirt so that he didn't get them wet. He then began to scrub up the dirty plate and utensils. The scrubbing and the cleaning hadn't been enough distraction for him – his mind had drifted back to Sakura and the impending trip to her hometown. Syaoran let out a frustrated howl just thinking about it – he had dragged out his secretary into unnecessary trouble and made it very complicated for the both of them.

Draining the sink of the soapy waters, he rinsed and cleaned off the washed objects and put them back to their respective places. Syaoran huffed and paced around his kitchen.

I need a plan, Syaoran thought.

It was only 8 PM in the evening and he could see the skyline of the city that had been his home for three years through the wall-to-ceiling windows. Its twinkling lights had finally calmed him down yet his pacing didn't cease.

His frustrations had paved way to anxiety now – his mind flitted back to the predicament he was in. He was in trouble. He only had his mouth and iron resolve to bring the Japanese counterpart to Li Corporations to a decent position to blame. He was raked with guilt when he was reminded of the pride in his mother's voice and the look in Meiling's face when they had handed him the ring.

One thing was for sure: he needed to plan everything – starting with the trip to Tomoeda. Every single thing had to be perfect. He needed to be believable in his ruse with Sakura.

Syaoran huffed in frustration once again. Although he knew things about his auburn-haired employee, he knew virtually nothing about her life before she joined Li Corporations. He knew the basics – her family had been settled in Tomoeda; she had gone to Towa University, double majoring in Business and Anthropology; she relocated to Tokyo a month before she joined his company; she lived nearby the office in Tokyo and that her grandfather's 80th birthday is this week.

He remembered Kaidou Kazuma's words and the forthcoming and yet to-be-scheduled interview. Syaoran had to know more about Sakura. But first, he need to know what the weekend is going to entail – it may put his three years of hard work in vain.

He was in a dilemma now; he needed to plan out the trip with Sakura. At least, he should have an idea on what to expect – whether he might be cornered by her relatives or welcomed with open arms. Syaoran stopped pacing and ran to the chair that he had left his suit jacket on. He brought out the cell phone from one of the pockets and looked at the screen for a long time.

He started to pace again. He took deep breaths to get rid of the frustration that he had been feeling ever since he had gotten home. It's now or never, Syaoran pondered. He kneaded his temple with his fingers to alleviate his stress and let out a huff.

With much deliberation, Syaoran brought out his phone and tapped in the number he had memorized by heart. The ringback tone brought in more anxiety he had felt in the core of his stomach. He waited till he heard the person pick up and greet him.

"Moshi moshi. Sakura speaking!"

"Do you think you can meet up with me now?"

Syaoran entered the café named White Fang. He hadn't changed – as soon as Sakura and he decided to end their conversation, he left for the café with the suit jacket in hand. He ran his fingers through his hair – trying to tame his messy locks, but he knew it would be in vain. A server with the name tag Aki had made him sit at a two-person table that had some sort privacy from other customers. He had mentioned to the tall black haired male that he was waiting for someone and would order shortly after she arrives. With a curt nod, the man had disappeared to attend to the other tables.

Syaoran looked over to the café – he had heard of this place from Meiling. It took him a while to remember but when he did, his frown deepened. Although it was late at night, he could still a significant number of females in the café. The café owner was a former host – that was the reason.

His eye twitched. He would have told Sakura to meet him somewhere else. He groaned – there was nothing he could do. He was hungry and this place seemed more discreet than the restaurants he wanted to go to for dinner. Syaoran's frown disappeared a bit. He won't be followed around by the Japanese paparazzi. He heaved a breath of relief, at least they aren't as bad as the ones in Hong Kong.

The door of the café jingled and Syaoran found himself looking at the direction of the door. He hoped it was Sakura so that they could finally order and satiate the growling stomach of his. He got up and bent so that he could be visible from the entrance, hoping to aid Sakura in noticing him.

Syaoran's actions had helped. Sakura, in a loose and baggy black t-shirt and tights, had arrived. She had smiled at the server named Aki and pointed him to the direction of Syaoran. With Aki in tow, Sakura had walked to the table her boss was in. She had squeaked in a "Hi" to him before sitting down and accepting the menus from their server.

"I'll have the special please," Sakura beamed at the waiter.

"Make that two," Syaoran replied, while Aki wrote down the orders, gathering the menus and made his way back to the kitchen, leaving the two.

Sakura felt awkward. She was surprised when her boss had called her to "meet up" as he had put it. Keeping her bare fridge in mind, she had suggested a café so that she could have dinner and listen to the reason he had requested her presence. Looking at Syaoran, Sakura noticed that he was still wearing the same suit as this morning. Sakura felt her lips tugging downwards to a frown.

He probably just left work before coming here, Sakura assumed. Concern had washed over Sakura's conscience. He is going to die if he overworks himself like that.

Syaoran was not faring any better. He knew he should start the discussion with his employee but he was unable to. He noticed his employee staring at him with an indistinguishable expression. His cheeks burned up under her scrutiny. He needed to start the conversation or else his newfound nervousness would eat him away. Normally their interaction at this time would be for work: he would bark orders to her and she would listen to him and readily lighten the workload.

He cleared his throat, breaking the trance his employee was in. She looked away when she had realized that she had been staring at her boss for longer than necessary.

"Lovely weather we have today, right?" Syaoran almost wanted to slam his face into the table repeatedly when he heard himself say that. Of all things, I start the conversation with the weather? Syaoran screamed in his mind.

"Uh, it rained on my way home. It was very inconvenient, Li-sama," Sakura said meekly. She could pick up the awkwardness so she had addressed Syaoran formally rather than calling him Li.

That had caught Syaoran's attention. He had ditched her in the immigration office and it dawned on him that he had left a girl to fend for herself in the rain. Guilt flooded into his conscience. He had thought she would have hailed a taxi back home but he knew that his employee had walked back to her residence.

"I am sorry about that, I should not have left you like that," Syaoran muttered lowly.

"You don't need to apologize! I had fun walking in the rain," Sakura beamed. Syaoran was taken back at her attitude – he was expected the auburn-haired woman to chew his head off, but rather, she had a smile and a cheery attitude.

"I hope you don't mind, Li-sama, why did you want to meet?" Sakura asked. "Is there work to be done?" she added, her eyebrows knitting together.

"Uh, no. I wanted to talk about the trip," Syaoran murmured weakly.

"Oh, it's just an hour trip away." Sakura supplied. "We can go by train if you want. I know the last train to Tomoeda is around 10 pm," Sakura continued.

"I was hoping we'd use the car," Syaoran replied. The awkwardness had dissipated a bit but still, the atmosphere itself made Syaoran feel uncomfortable. "I'll book a hotel room for myself," he added.

"Oh, Li-sama, you don't need to book a hotel room. I am sure Outo-san wouldn't mind you staying over. We have empty rooms now that my oniisan has moved out," Sakura explained.

"I see. Is your grandfather having a birthday party?" Syaoran inquired. Sakura nodded and muttered out a "Hai!". Their conversation was interrupted when the server Aki came back with beautifully presented Japanese dishes.

"Itadakimasu!" Sakura said before digging in. Syaoran looked at her momentarily with his chopsticks digging into his rice and curry.

It was quiet. The only sound was the tapping of chopsticks and clinking of glasses. Syaoran could feel his frustration creeping in again while his hunger dissipated. He had come here with one goal in mind: to plan with Kinomoto, not have dinner with her.

"Okay, so, this is what is going to happen, Kinomoto," Syaoran broke the silence, startling Sakura, who had finished her meal just a few moments ago.

Sakura flinched at the tone of Syaoran's voice: cold and business-like. A complete 180 from the friendly tone he used when he was conversing with her earlier. It's like he is closing a deal, Sakura thought.

"We will go there, pretend like we are boyfriend and girlfriend and tell your parents we are engaged," Syaoran resumed – Sakura was dumbfounded at what he was saying. "We get back on Sunday and then we go on straight to work – time is short," he continued.

"Kinomoto, you should take notes on this," Syaoran huffed out when he saw his auburn-haired girlfriend just stare back at him with an unreadable expression.

Sakura was seething when she had heard Syaoran speak to her in this manner. "I am sorry, Li, what are you trying to say?" Sakura replied rather harshly. "You should be thanking me for helping you in this scheme of yours – were you not in that room?" Sakura spit out.

"I did like your explanations to Kaidou, it was genius," Syaoran praised, a small smile playing on his lips. "He believed your words," he said.

"Are you being serious, Li? If we get caught, I am looking at a million yen fine and 5 years in prison. This changes things!" Sakura almost bellowed out, causing several of the other customers to look in their direction. Noticing this, Sakura sunk into her seat, her eyes showing Syaoran rare rage.

"What do you want, Kinomoto?" Syaoran asked – he hadn't expected Sakura to react that way at all.

"Promote me to marketing head immediately after my contract under you ends, Li," Sakura suggested lowly – her anger still dominating her voice. Sakura had no idea why she had suggested that. She may have had the qualifications of being marketing head for a company but she barely even had experience for it at all. She knew she would lose everything if she was caught.

"What? No way!"

"Then I quit, and you are screwed. Goodbye, Li," Sakura muttered, standing up and turning to leave the table. Seeing Sakura get up, it made Syaoran reach out to his pocket and placed sufficient yen for the meal they had and he motioned Aki before following the girl out.

"Kinomoto, wait!" Syaoran shouted to her retreating figure, making her slow her pace and turn around. Syaoran broke into a little jog to catch up with her. "Fine," he groaned, "I'll do it."

"Okay then. We will tell my family about the engagement when I want and how I want," Sakura said, staring at Syaoran.

"Look, Li. If I am helping you out – you need to listen to me too! You haven't even asked me to marry you!" Sakura continued.

"My family hasn't seen me in two years and what do you think will happen when I tell them I am engaged?" Sakura questioned him. The two were standing on the empty sidewalk near the café. Sakura sighed.

"Tell you what, let me do the thinking for it," Sakura offered when she was met with silence. "I need to go home now, when do you need me at work?" she asked softly, trying to coax out an answer from her silent boss.

Sakura sighed again, she was not going to get a reply from her boss. She turned around and started to walk in the direction of her apartment.

"Sakura," – that was enough to turn her around to be face to face with Li Syaoran. Syaoran was taller than her so she lifted her head to meet his eyes. Sakura was taken back when she saw his amber eyes gleam with determination. His facial features had softened and he was thinking – it didn't go unnoticed by Sakura. The soft glow from the illuminated street lamp had somehow changed Syaoran's appearance.

Sakura's breath hitched when she felt her left hand being grabbed by Syaoran's and pulled to him. Sakura wondered what Syaoran was thinking when he only stared at her hand. His expression was cool and unreadable – Sakura held her breath. Sakura's heart raced and she could feel the heat rushing into her cheeks. She was frozen – her mind fogged up, she knew she should pull her hand away from his grasp but yet, she remained still. She was stuck under his grasp and under his gaze.

Syaoran looked into Sakura's eyes and muttered, "Marry me."

Sakura felt something cold and heavy on her finger. When she tore away from Syaoran's gaze to her hand, she gasped. She had not anticipated this. She did not anticipate a proposal from her boss in this manner.

Syaoran had abruptly let go of her hand and then spun around towards the parking lot of the café. He could hear his heart pounding violently in his chest. His breaths were ragged. He felt like he had run a whole marathon because of that moment.

"Li." Syaoran had heard Sakura squeak. He had stopped on his tracks and just stood, hoping Sakura would continue whatever she was going to say.

"Just meet up with me around 6 pm, ne? We can leave for Tomoeda then," he heard her say. He nodded to show he got her message and resumed walking.

Sakura walked home in a daze. She had not expected her day ending like that.

She had managed to find her voice and spoke to Syaoran. It had taken up all the courage she could muster. She could feel adrenaline rushing through her veins and her thoughts were running through her mind – jumbling everything. She could feel the ring on her finger weighing a ton.

She quickly changed and threw herself on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She took deep breaths and raised her left hand – staring at the ring. Her breath hitched. The ring is pretty – must be a family heirloom, she concluded. She noticed the jade – indicating the ring was from China. Sakura faceplamed herself.

I didn't even warn him about Touya! Sakura chastised herself. She groaned and hid her face on to her arms, shifting her legs in bed as she did so.

"I guess I have to tell Outo-san about his guest now," Sakura mumbled before reaching out for her cell phone on the bedside table.

She had tapped in the number for her home – and waited till someone picked up. It was routine for her, it was 10 PM but she knew her father would awake awaiting her call.

"Moshi moshi, Kinomoto residence," her father's voice crackled from the receiver.

"Daddy! It's Sakura!" Sakura spoke enthusiastically – ignoring the churning of her stomach that had been plaguing her for almost half an hour.

"Sakura, how was work? I heard you aren't coming," Sakura could hear the hint of disappointment and sadness in her father's comforting voice.

"Otou-san, work is fine! Don't worry about it – actually, turns out, I am coming home this week, isn't it great?" Sakura replied.

"That's wonderful! Should Touya be picking you up – he is here for dinner right now," her ears perked up on this new information her father gave.

"No, it's alright. Uh, you see, daddy, I am bringing along a guest," Sakura started.

"I see, well, don't worry about that, she is welcome here," she heard her father say.

"Actually, my boss wants to come along," Sakura supplied.

"Oh, I see, he is welcome, would he join us for your grandfather's birthday then?"

"I think so," Sakura replied. She could hear her brother in the background saying, "Is that kaiju? Put it on speaker, dad."

"Sakura, you are on speaker now. Touya can hear you too," her father's voice replied.

"Uh, I need to tell you something. Is Yukito there too?" Sakura asked.

"No, kaiju. He's still at the restaurant. We are meeting up at home," Touya's distant voice entered her ears.

Sakura winced. Yukito's presence would have helped her a lot considering she was breaking the news to her family. Now, her father would have to bear Touya's blunt wrath all on his own. It's now or never, Sakura encouraged herself

"Daddy, Touya, I have a boyfriend," Sakura spoke out. She was met with silence on the other end. She knew that chaos would erupt now in the Kinomoto household.

"Who is he, Sakura?" her father broke the silence.

"My boss,"

She could hear shuffling and the receiver being picked up. She could hear breathing on the other end – she knew it was her brother.

"YOU HAVE A WHAT?" he screamed into the receiver and Sakura's ears.

End of Chapter.

Well, first of all, I need to apologize for such a late update. Let's just say, I got sidetracked with my parents and how they wanted to get me out of bed to do things. Summer vacation means staying in bed all day, right?
This is letting my imagination reign freely cause I really want to develop SxS properly. I'd like to say this again: there are a few major changes in the story, it is similar to the movie but it's not the same. I hope I do the movie justice.

I hope you liked this chapter, I didnt expect it to be this long, but I do hope you guys like long chapters!

Also, chapter 2 for the Clear Card Arc is out, and well, it gave me anxiety, but still, the cover with Syaoran and Sakura made my day! What did you guys think of the torture CLAMP is putting us through?

I am going to date my updates from now on too, that way, I can see how long I take to update and all.
Oh, I have put in my tumblr in my profile - if you ever want to talk or see what I am upto if I am not on here.

I would like to thank lostinwanderland and ivory-sword for reading this chapter and giving me their input. Thanks so much!
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(30th June 2016)