Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1007

When Freya had read the report on the car accident that had happened to Manson and Gracie and found out that they had protected Ximena at the price of their own lives, she had stopped resenting them thoroughly. Her only hope had been that Ximena was still alive. Since she had been released from prison, she had visited many orphanages to search for Ximena. She had done that for so many years, but she had been disappointed every time. As time passed, she had felt more and more sorry for her daughter.

Hearing what Freya said, Ximena finally burst into tears, without any care whether her swollen eyes would go back to their original condition any time soon. Although Freya didn't say what she meant explicitly, Ximena was able to understand the underlying meaning of her words. Was Freya's past really so bad that she would be hurt once Ximena dug around and found out what had happened in the past?

Truthfully, Ximena didn't know.

The answer was like an endless stream. Despite following it vigilantly, Ximena still hadn't arrived at its end yet. Perhaps it was just as Aaron had said—new memories would one day remove her desire to know what had happened in the past. Life was like a long river that was made up of setting days and rising nights. 'What did you gain? What did you lose? What did you hope for?' she asked herself. Everybody had their own answers to these questions, depending on the path they chose to take.

For the longest time, Ximena thought that she and Aaron had attracted each other like the opposite poles on a magnet, without their knowledge nor their intervention. And now, they could not be separated by any external force. Perhaps it was because their love was met with too many barriers and obstacles. Since neither of them had chosen to leave each other despite those hard challenges, they no longer had any reason to part. Maybe everything was just determined by their personalities. To a certain extent, they were the same kind of person. They were eager to have a family but were subconsciously afraid of having a family at the same time.

Then, it was said that pressure would appear whenever a person's thoughts were inconsistent with what his or her heart wanted.

Ximena thought that it was true of her. She could live a happy life and forget the past, but in the depths of her heart, she knew that she still cared about what had happened before. As a result, sometimes she would space out, become restless or get angry without any apparent reason.

Time flew quickly. Things would usually change in a freakish way. One second, clouds would be white, fluffy, and beautiful, and the next they would be grey, despairing, threatening. Life truly was like a dream, during which a person might do something right, something wrong, love somebody, hate somebody... And finally, everything would just end in stillness. Things that a person could not give up could only be classified as impractical and extra.

Ximena closed the book in her hands. It was high noon then, and looking out the window, she felt the scorching heat the sun was blasting the world. The ending of the book she was reading was still echoing in her mind. From it, she has realized that truly, life was like a dream. What would be left when a person's life ended?

"Ximena," the shop manager gently greeted her while placing a document on her desk. It took her out of her deep thoughts. "This is the financial statement for this quarter. I'll put it here so you can review it."

Hearing that, Ximena turned to the shop manager. With a faint smile on her face, she nodded, signaling that she understood what he just said.

With that, the shop manager smiled back and quietly left her office. Slowly, Ximena leaned against the backrest of the chair and put the book down on a small round glass tea table by the side of the chair. The sunlight passing through the window glass illuminated the front cover of the book like ray of golden light. Under the bright light, the title of the book—"A Pure Accident"—popped out more, as if sending a message to Ximena.