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"Excuse me, Tino?"

The platinum blonde haired man paused from polishing the wooden surface of his double cello and greeted with a welcoming smile. "Oh, Matthew! What's up, fella?"

Fumbling with his fingers nervously, Matthew proceeded to politely ask, "Pardon me for intruding but have you seen Al?"

Tino stared back at him in confusion. "You mean your brother?" When he gained a nod, he then put two fingers under his chin and slanted his head a bit to the side, making a thinking pose. "I don't think so." Averting his focus to the towering figure standing beside him, Tino decided to throw in the same question. "Berwald, have you seen Alfred?"

Berwald simply shook his head. "Nope."

Tino sighed. "Sorry 'bout that, Matthew." He said with an apologetic look. "If we do see him, you'll be the first to know."

In response, Matthew meekly nodded. "Thank you." Before he could walk away, something touched him on the shoulder, causing Matthew to slightly flinch. Looking over, he was relieved but also somewhat surprised to find that the hand on his shoulder belonged to none other than the stoic Berwald.

Brushing aside his discomfort, Matthew let his fingers touch the lenses of his round-shaped glasses as he quietly waited for the older man to speak, at the same time trying best to avoid his intimidating gaze.

"Have you seen Mathias anywhere?" Berwald pressed on.

This time, Matthew took this opportunity to slowly raise his head up. "N-nope."

Berwald cleared his throat, awkwardly looking elsewhere. "Let me know if you find him as well."

Matthew quickly replied, "Yes, I will!"

Unknown to Matthew and Berwald, Tino was listening to them. Placing a hand over his mouth, he chuckled a bit. It was a fact that two relatives of his held a rather rocky relationship together. However, it was obvious that Berwald was worried—despite how many quarrels that they kept on having in their shared house.

Good grief, if Mathias happened to be around and heard this, surely he would be teasing Berwald nonstop and if he were not careful enough, it would possibly end in another family feud between them. And so, Tino chose to keep such a juicy gossip as an addition to his closet of secrecy—for the good of humanity.

"I'll be on my way now!" Matthew said, breaking the silence.

Getting out from his reverie state, Tino nodded merrily, "Sure thing! See ya, fella!"

Shortly after Matthew bid his farewell to Tino and Berwald, he decided to wander further into the endless halls of the West Wing. It's already been an hour and a half since Matthew had last seen his hyperactive older twin. Although he knew how capable Alfred was on his own, he couldn't help but to worry about the latter's safety. It must have been quite stressful for their older sibling, Arthur to always be on his toes and making sure that everything was in check. 'Where is he?' He pondered as he kept marching.

"Matthew, Matthew! Over here!"

As the young man slowed down his pace, a massive weight was suddenly pressed behind him, causing him to take a step back from the unexpected impact. Wincing a little, Matthew glanced over his shoulder. "P-Peter?"

In reply, the young boy released his hold from his babysitter and putting his hands on his hips, grinned widely. "Found you!" He exclaimed childishly. "Oh, and guess what? A special guest is here to watch the gig!"

Matthew tilted his head innocently, "Really, who?"

Raising his right arm over the top of his head, Peter directed his fingers toward the silhouettes approaching their way.

Scrutinizing his eyes, Matthew took note of their appearances—with the taller of the bunch happening to have two cowlicks sprung on his dark chocolate brown hair as well as an adhesive bandage placed across the bridge of his nose. His companion, on the other hand, inherited a lighter tone of brown hair in which was styled in a short curly bob with a spiral-shaped foolish hair on each side of his head. The only resemblance that the two seemed to have in common were their thick eyebrows, similar to Peter, closely resembling those of their Conductor's.

Recognizing the two individuals right away, Matthew softly explained, "Sorry to burst your bubble but Ralph and James are not guests." He explained gently with a warm smile. "They are also members of World gig."

Peter furrowed his brows before shaking his head. "No, that isn't it!" He protested, raising his finger higher to properly point to his assumption. "Look below!"

Doing what he was told, Matthew veered his periwinkle eyes slightly down. Slowly, his mouth parted open. In between the two males was a little girl of small stature with her honey brown hair fastened in a short and curly side ponytail, adorned by a flower decor. Same as the males that Matthew identified earlier, she also inherited bushy eyebrows.

"Aye there, mates!" Ralph exclaimed, waving his hand enthusiastically. His other hand, however, was stationed securely behind his baby sister.

Matthew bobbed his head in recognition. "Hello to you too, Ralph." He greeted back before averting to glance at the smaller girl. "And it's great to see you again, Wendy."

Ralph let out a boisterous laugh. "Yeah, little sissy here has gotten busy helping Ma around in her workplace." He explained as he began to ruffle his sibling's hair. "You know her when it comes to art. She can't help it!"

The girl named Wendy made a pouty face. "Big bro, stop it!" Crossing her arms, she said, "I-I just came to see what was going on to kill time, that's all." Puffing her chest stubbornly, she continued, "I see that someone decided to finally show up!"

"Who, me?" Peter asked, pointing to himself.

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Of course, you dum-dum!"

Peter snorted, stomping his right foot in retort. "For your information, I'm only here for spring break!"

"Oh yeah?" Wendy barked back. "Well, next time—don't make a lady wait so long!"

As the children kept bickering, they weren't conscious of other three watching their interaction closely from the sidelines.

Forming a heart with his hands, James proceeded to respond in a teasing manner, "Ah, young love~"

Ralph wore a glaring look as he nudged him, "Hey, that's my baby sis you are talking about!"

"I don't think James was serious," Matthew assured with a nervous laugh. After a long pause, he decided to ask the obvious question, "By the way, have any of you seen Al?"

Before Ralph or James could express anything, a loud cluster of clapping erupted, prompting the people in the lounge room to abruptly turn silent as their full attention was directed toward the figure with short blonde hair.

Witnessing this, Ralph whistled, "Looks like the show's about to start."

Once everyone was settled down, Arthur proceeded to announce, "Good evening, everyone! As you may recall, this is now the third and final round." As soon as those words came out from his mouth, a tremendous wave of shrieks and whistling were produced. In spite of the bubbling excitement he could feel in the pit of his stomach, Arthur remained listless. Fiddling with his Conductor stick between his gloved hands, he continued, "And as I stand here before you all, I bet that you would be expecting a long ass speech from me right about now. Well, let's cut to the chase and get into business."

Matthew creased his eyebrows, his eyes searching through the various faces amongst the crowd. Though it felt like a regular conference amongst the band members, Matthew, however, sensed something different. Elevating his head a bit more, he began to observe his surroundings.

Was Arthur aware of Alfred's lack of presence?

And as if he had read his mind, Arthur answered with, "You may not know this but our beloved ace is not here at the moment. And if he still hasn't shown up for the next three hours, there is a possibility that he may not be able to perform alongside us."

Dramatic gasps and shouts of, 'are you kidding me?' were heard throughout the area.

"Wait, Arthur!" Tino cried, "Mathias isn't here either!"

"Gilbert is not present as well!" Ludwig added in with a firm tone in his voice. Beside him was his best friend, Feliciano, who shouted as he bounced up and down. "So is Kiku!"

Arthur closed his eyes, letting out an exhausted sigh as he tried to find a solution to the pending problem. Little by little, World gig was slowly crumbling to its doom.

First, it was Alfred who disappeared, then Mathias and now Gilbert and Kiku—wait.

Matthew blinked. Those particular people that went missing—aren't they close to Alfred?

Was it possible that they disappeared together with Alfred?

In hopes of finding his answer, Matthew quietly advanced past through the crowd, leaving his friends to ponder of his unusual departure.

"Huh? Mate, where are you going?" Ralph cried brashly, prompting the people around him, including Peter and Wendy to stare at him with dumbfounded looks.

"Matthew, come back here!" James chimed in as he reached out one of his arms to grab hold of him but to no prevail.

Ignoring his friends' protests, Matthew kept jogging forward. Upon arriving at his brother's side, Matthew took a moment to steady his breathing before speaking up, "Brother!"

"Matthew! Are you okay?" Arthur asked worriedly as he rushed to his sibling's side.

Matthew cautiously nodded his head. "Yeah, but I don't know about Al."

Arthur blinked. "What are you talking about?"

In less than a minute, Francis hurriedly walked over to the brothers. "Is everything good here?"

Turning his attention to his childhood friend, Arthur exclaimed, "Shut up, Frog!"

"Easy there, Artie," Allistor said, joining in on the conversation. "Why don't you let Matthew talk first? Looks like the lad wants to say something."

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, directing his fixation back to his brother. "You do?"

Matthew gulped before slowly nodding. "Yes." He confirmed. "Did you happen to talk to Al beforehand?"

Arthur pursed his lips before replying, "Earlier, I've encountered him." He informed to him, retaining his calm composure. "That bloody git mentioned that he was going somewhere..."

"I don't think he was alone." Mathias pressed on, finishing the rest of his sibling's sentence. "Kiku and Gilbert are his best friends." He elaborated. "They'll always do what they can to support Al."

"Not too mention Mathias was spotted hanging out with them lately." Francis pointed out, finally understanding the manner at hand. "Bon Ben! That makes sense!" As he patted himself on the shoulder for a job well done, he threw in another question, "But where do you think they're going?"

Arthur uttered a curse under his breath. "Who knows? They could be anywhere…"

Clearing his throat, Allistor began, "I think I know where they are."

The three individuals glanced at the redhead with uncertainty.

Folding his arms, Arthur glared. "There's no time to be joking around."

"I know, I know," Allistor said while backing up a bit. "But just hear me out." Taking in a breath, he asked them, "Does the name Lien Kim Nguyen ring a bell to anyone?"

Contemplative and luxurious; these were the kind of words describing not only the serene atmosphere in which surrounded the three-story church building but also of its exclusive architecture as well. Enclosing the entrance was an exquisite stained-glass window, covered by a gabled roof with stone lintels and sills at the edges.

Before the entryway are numerous columns, along with attached brick piers at each corner, forming a trapezoid-like structure. Because its site was on top of a slope, the church was rather secluded from the other buildings and as a result was quite noticeable from miles away. Regardless, this was considered a good thing, especially with regulars that held reverence in its domain.

Poking her head out from the half-opened window, Xiao Mei beamed. "This is it!" She exclaimed with utter joy as she rotated her focus over to the driver's seat. "Oh, thank you so much, Sadik!"

Sadik pressed on the brakes with his feet, prompting the vehicle to gradually stop in its stead. Whipping around his head, he laughed. "Anytime, sweetheart."

Averting her attention to her friends sitting in the passenger seats, Xiao Mei pumped a fist into the air, "Alright, boys! Let's move out!"

The four men quietly abided, carrying out her command and one by one, each exited out from the Jeep. Shortly after they all got out, Xiao Mei quickly rushed to the head of the vehicle once more. Tiptoeing on her feet, she motioned Sadik to roll down the window, which he did so, and softly whispered to his ear.

Taking a step back, she then waved her arm back and forth wildly, watching the Jeep drive away from where she stood. "See you, Sadik!"

"The hell was that about?" Gilbert butted in, breaking the silence. "Yo, Xiao Mei! That dude was our ride!"

Xiao Mei turned around and smiled. "I know that!" She said in an assuring tone. "I just told him to cycle around the neighborhood for a bit and that I'll call him when we're ready."

Kiku frowned. "Don't you think Sadik would want to get back to Himaruya Hall in time for the performance?"

Xiao Mei pursed her lips. "Huh, you got a point." She muttered before reinforcing with, "But do you want a free ride back or not?" When she got a firm nod from her childhood friend, she stuck out her tongue playfully. "Thought so!" Settling her hands together in a collective grip, she asked. "Anyway, I've taken that we got a plan?"

Mathias immediately elevated his hands up in defense. "Whoa, hey! Don't look at me!"

Puffing her cheeks, Xiao Mei turned her attention from the Nordic to the others. "Okay, anyone else?"

Taking a step forth, the albino shrugged. "Pssh! What do you think? It involves our man, Alfred running inside the church, sweeping your sister off her feet and…BAM!" He cried, making an emphasis on the sound effects. "End of story! Ain't that right, Alfred?" As he turned his head around, his confident expression was changed to sudden panic as he witnessed the man in question already making his way—no, practically sprinting for his dear life toward the church entrance. "ALFRED!"

Luckily, Alfred stopped midway in his tracks. Becoming aware of what he was doing, he scratched his head in embarrassment, "Huh? Whoops, my bad!" He said, laughing away. "Guess my body was moving on its own."

Kiku slyly glanced over to Gilbert, who in turn, looked back at him with the same worried look.

Although Alfred may be harboring a happy go lucky demeanor on the outside, on the inside, however, Kiku and Gilbert knew how hard it was for him to express himself openly. Yes, Alfred was always smiling and laughing, always avoiding the pain and sadness that people tell him—that was a given fact.

And yet, there was more to the guy than what meets the eye.

Take away his title as the ace of World gig and Alfred who was deemed to be the famous trumpeter was merely ordinary—a human with emotions.

Kiku narrowed his eyes. And he was right on the money. Upon closer inspection, he could tell from the way his bespectacled best friend was reacting—his shoulders slightly tensed, his ball of fists in a tightened grip and the color of his sky blue orbs coated with anguish and desperation—Alfred was miserable.

Why?

'He really is in love with her.' Kiku thought to himself, feeling sympathy for him.

"Don't deny it, you bastard." Gilbert cried. "Stop trying to act gung-ho!"

The silence that shrouded them—Alfred, specifically—spoke for itself.

Xiao Mei tilted her head in confusion. "Alfred," She addressed to the bespectacled young man, her voice veiled with seriousness. "You love Lien, don't you?"

Raising his head higher, Alfred nodded firmly. "More than she knows." He admitted with a firm tone.

"Then don't act reckless!" Kiku protested, "We have to think rationally!"

"What happens if I do go inside there and try to sweep Lien off her feet?" Alfred exclaimed, his once cheerful demeanor diminishing away. "What happens if she already said her vows?"

Mathias folded his arms. "It wouldn't happen unless she says, 'I do'."

"And what if she does?" Alfred pressed on.

Everyone turned silent. He was right—they were all too focused about rescuing Lien that they had forgotten to think about the alternative: what if it was already too late?

All Kiku could do was sigh in exasperation. Clearing his throat, he began speaking, "Still, we cannot back down and give up. We must formulate a plan."

"But where do we start?" Xiao Mei asked curiously. "Anyone got an idea?"

Another drop of silence loomed amongst the group.

Out of nowhere, Gilbert lifted one of his hands up. "Oh, oh! I got one!" He exclaimed rather excitedly.

Kiku's frown deepened, a horrified look evidently spreading all over his features. "Oh no…"

"Oh hell yes!" Gilbert cried rambunctiously. Placing his hands on his hips, he went on, "And I swear to god, it's gonna be awesome!"

Mathias laughed. "Just from the sound of it, I can tell!" He said with a wink.

"Ah, this is so exciting!" Xiao Mei squealed, jumping up and down in excitement.

"This better be good..." Kiku muttered in exasperation. "Alfred, what do you think?"

Alfred thought for a moment, though he was quick to perk up once again, his sky blue eyes burning with a new purpose. "What's the plan?"

On the first floor of the cathedral, there are hallways designed specifically as dressing rooms.

Beyond a certain room, which in this case, was located to be the third door close to the aisle, was a marvelous sight. Above the ceiling was a miniature chandelier, assorted with the colors of silver and white. A four-poster bed was stationed at the very heart of the room with curtain-like sheets draping over it, along with pillows and blankets cushioned on the middle. Not too far away from the bed were sets of wooden dressers decorated with flowers of various colors, breathing life to its surroundings. Last but not least, an oval-shaped mirror with a stand could be found opposite to the large, glass windows.

Once she adjusted the transparent material of the veil over her face, Lien collected herself before making way to the mirror. Her piercing amber eyes carefully checked the details of her mother's wedding dress—or rather, her wedding dress.

What's more, her dark chocolate hair was no longer tied with a ponytail. Instead, was styled in a chignon fashion—with flowers woven into each braid. As she stared at the mirror before her, Lien's mouth partly opened. She could hardly recognize herself anymore. Guess the long, tiring hours that she was forced to endure with the company of hairstylists and cosmetics was definitely worthwhile. Not to mention the compliments that she would often receive from the consultants brought a small smile to her lips.

Knowing that, Lien bit her lower lip. Getting married was a dream for the majority of women and Lien was no exception to this rule. Funny enough, here she was now—clothed in a wedding dress. If anyone saw her in this, they'll be most likely commenting on how lucky she was. Furthermore, thousands of people in the entire world would do anything to be in her position and experience the feeling like a princess and on top of that, having to do so on the most special day of her life?

'But it's not.' Lien thought as she stared back at the mirror once more, gritting her teeth. This wasn't what she wanted. And yet she had no other choice. Shaking her head a little, Lien stood her ground. 'No, I will do this. For mother and Mei's sake, I will do this.'

"My, do you look ravishing."

Lien froze in place. Turning around, she discovered Dae Yeung who seemed to be resting his back against the frame of the door.

"You shouldn't be here," Lien warned strictly, "Wouldn't it be considered bad luck for the groom to be seeing the bride before they deliver their vows?"

Dae shrugged casually. "I'm not fond of those traditional crap," He stated, his silvery eyes looking at her with lust and hunger.

Taking note that he was eyeing her, Lien shot him a glare. "But I do."

As he approached her, his devilish smile widened. Ignoring her words, he resorted to bringing his fingers and then touching the rims of her hair. "So, the rumors are indeed true." He murmured, "You truly are beautiful."

Hearing this, Lien did what she could in restraining herself from punching him. "Please get out."

"Only if you say my name," Dae said wickedly.

Lien clicked her tongue, brushing away the thought of ever mentioning his name. "I SAID GET OUT!"

Despite her opposition, Dae carried on without her permission, bringing his other free hand to forcedly take her chin and drawing her in in an attempt to close the gap between them.

Wasting no time, Lien impetuously spits right into his face.

Dae staggered back, completely flabbergasted.

Wiping off her saliva close to his mouth, Dae rapidly raised his arm high and—

SMACK!

In a matter of seconds, Lien lost control of her legs, immediately descending onto the wooden floor. Slowly but carefully, she weakly put a hand onto to her fiery, red left cheek. As a result, Lien winced from the vibration of pain.

"Now, say my name," Dae ordered her, his facial features transforming into one of a monstrous look.

There was no response.

"SAY IT!"

Lien whipped her head up to speak up. "Get out of here, Dae!"

Once she was able to properly address him, Dae loosened the tension in his shoulders. A triumphant smile was produced on his face. "See? That wasn't hard now, was it?" He replied with an innocent look as if the previous actions he had done toward her was nothing. Whirling his heel, Dae marched away without the intention to look back at her. "I expect to see you walking at the aisle in the next two minutes." He instructed like a drill sergeant. "Is that clear?"

Lien meekly nodded. "Yes, Dae."

Finally, Dae turned around, cracking a smile. "Good." Opening the door wide open, he walked forward and then left without another word.

Meanwhile, Lien remained on the ground. Dae Yeung was nothing close to the prince charming that she hoped to have lived happily with. With this in mind, Lien was more than grateful that she was replacing her mother's place. God knows how many times this sick bastard would potentially do to her poor mother just to get what he wanted. No matter if Lien ended up getting abused by him, she knew that she was doing the right thing.

And yet each time she kept reminding herself that this was the right thing to do, Lien couldn't help but wonder if there was an alternative to this. If so, where was it?

Looking up, Lien's eyes darted to the clock from the far corner of the room. Dae expected her to start walking down the aisle and yet she was still on the ground, still shaken from his abuse. Lien shook her head. There was no backing down, no more escape routes.

She had to do this.

Placing her hand over her wide collar, Lien then pulled out the strap around her neck, unveiling the dog tag that Alfred had given her. Just the mere sight of this made Lien picture the bespectacled young man in her mind. Funny how she tried her best to deny that they shouldn't be together, she couldn't help herself.

If Alfred was the one whom Lien ended up marrying, would the feeling of misery she's currently having be washed away?

Pressing her lips close to the metallic surface of the dog tag, she carefully secured it back to her collar, letting the texture of the accessory emit a cold sensation against her sun-kissed skin.

Rising up, Lien gracefully made her way toward a coffee table in which a bouquet of blue salvia was stationed. Gripping the flowers on her right hand, she used her dominant one to help drape the wedding veil over her face.

Heaving a deep breath in, Lien took hold of the doorknob before widening the door open.

"Here comes the bride~" A familiar feminine voice erupted through the halls, "All dressed in white~"

Lien stopped in her tracks. 'Wait, that voice...' Was it just her or was she starting to become delusional? Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes widened.

Truth be told, about approximately five feet away from Lien was indeed her little sister, Xiao Mei skipping her way toward her, gesturing her arms playfully back and forth.

"...Mei?"

Hearing this, Xiao Mei beamed. "Yup, that's my name!"

Lien crinkled her eyebrows. "What are you doing?" Lien asked almost in a hurry as she approached her.

Xiao Mei looked at her sibling in disbelief. "Huh? What does it look like I'm doing?" She cried, making a pouty face. "I'm attending my sister's wedding, that's what!"

"But Mei, what about Yao—" Lien began.

Just when her sibling could finish her sentence, Xiao Mei lifted an index finger, silencing Lien. "No if's, and's or but's!" She retorted quickly, putting her hands on her hips. "We're in this together, sis!"

Lien unconsciously smiled. "Thank you, Mei." She said as she started to enveloped her arms around her sister, who in turn, happily returned in favor.

Once they released their hold from each other, Xiao Mei whistled. "Damn, sis! You look amazing!"

Lien stifled a giggle. "Oh, I appreciate your compliment."

"Haha, no problemo!" Xiao Mei responded back with a salute. Making her way behind her, Xiao Mei placed her hands on the back of her sister before exclaiming, "Now off we go to start the show!"

Lien rolled her eyes. "You're surprisingly giddy today." She noted.

All Xiao Mei could do was laugh. "Well, what can I say? You are getting married, after all!" She said cheerfully. As they continued on their way, Lien failed to capture the mischievous twinkle in her sister's eyes. 'Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!'

Author's Note:

Sorry for the wait (college orientations are a pain!) but the time has finally come! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you chapter seventeen!

Wow, things are already escalating! First we have World gig conference, Alfred and his group's supposed planning and finally Lien's comeback!

A lot of people have been questioning about Dae Yeung's character is. Hopefully, this chapter clears a little bit more about who he really is (also explaining why Lien's mother tried to commit suicide).

This time, we are introduced with the new following cast of characters: Ralph (Australia), James (New Zealand) and Wendy (Wy).

Anyway, what plan does Gilbert have in mind? Aside from that, Xiao Mei seems to know alot about something!

Now that we have a glimpse of World gig's crisis, next chapter will surely cover the crisis of Star Fest (and who knows? Some characters could reappear again!)

I also would like to take this time to say thank you so very much to my fans, reviewers and readers! I mean, check out those reviews! They are skyrocketing and you may not know this but your reviews are what gives me plenty of energy to keep writing (and when I run out of ideas, I reread them!)

I would also like to say something: I'm really happy to announce that World Goes 'Round is most likely going to past 100+K mark and this might sound a bit selfish but if I can get at least 100 reviews, I swear to god that you are all surely in for a treat in the epilogue of this fanfiction! And I guarantee that it's going to be worth it!

A special shoutout to immapotatouniverse, kapeuro, fhazel27, Nervosa, madison camelia and kayochin! You guys have been such longtime fans of this fanfiction/supporters of this beautiful pairing I would like to like to express my gratitude to all of you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you! (^_^)

Once again, I'm open for more character requests!

And as usual, your opinions are greatly appreciated!

The next update will be posted later on my profile page! Please look forward to it!

P.S. This chapter was originally going to be longer but then I loved the way how third scene had ended and so, I decided to take advantage of it to be used as a cliffhanger! Don't worry, this means that there are more things to look forward to for the next chapter!

P.S.S. The title speaks for itself! It's actually the main theme of the chapter-check it out, Waiting for Superman by Daughtry!

Side Note(s):

**By the way, if you are looking for the answers of the other questions that were submitted, they are posted in chapter 16!**

(Thank you Guest for your question!)

Is Yao, Kiku's adopted older brother or half older brother?

Huh, good question! I never actually thought about it until now! I would have to say, half older brother. And to elaborate it more further, I would have to say that one of the things that Kiku holds a grudge toward his brother happens to be connected to their family. In this case, Yao's father passed away (which explains why he is closer to Lien), and so, his mother ended up remarrying with Kiku's father and a few years later-Kiku was born. Sorry for the ramblings but hope this answers your question!

(Thank you ooohwhatchasay for your question!)

Since you already mentioned hints about Lien having a very close relationship with her father, what about Mei and her paren-...oh, never mind, this story mainly focusing on Alfred and Lien. Sorry for asking this question.

No, no, it's fine! I'm actually glad that you pointed this out! Yes, Lien does have a very close relationship with her father. In turn, Xiao Mei also has a close bond with their father, however she tends to constantly hang out with their mother more. There is no competition between the two sisters nor are there favoritism by their parents. But when their father passed away, aside from their mother getting into depression, of the two-Lien got hit the most and did whatever she could to support their family. Xiao Mei, however did what she could do best: shower them with positivity...sorry if I started rambling and I hope that I answered your question!

(Thank you kayochin for your question!)

How old is Dae Yeung?

Great question! I would have to say that he's around his early or mid thirties. Lien and Xiao Mei's parents conceived their daughters around their mid twenties. And if you compare their mother's age with Dae Yeung, she is older than him by two years.