Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1013

When she walked out of the bedroom, special breakfast was served on the dining table in the Royal Garden. As she ate the delicious food, Ximena asked the maid who was standing next to her, awaiting orders, "Where is Mr. Brian Long and Mrs. Molly Long?"

Respectfully, the maid answered, "Mr. Brian Long and Mrs. Molly Long were here a while ago. They left when they found out that you hadn't woken up yet." With a faint smile on her face, the maid continued, "They have arranged for a driver to take you to join them."

Ximena raised her brow and smiled helplessly. She knew that it must have been Molly who had said that to the maid. It didn't seem like something Brian might do.

"Where are they?" she asked.

"They are at the flower market.

" Ximena was surprised.

After breakfast, a driver took her to the flower market. When she arrived, she looked around the bustling flower market in front of her. She burst into a smile. She thought that perhaps there were no other couple in the world except Brian and Molly who would go to a flower market on the very next day after their wedding.

"Ximena!"

Molly called her name while she was still lost in her thought. Startled, Ximena looked ahead and saw Molly walk towards her with a flower pot in her hand. Brian followed close behind her.

"I've been told that you're going back today," Molly said and Ximena nodded. With a smile, Molly handed the flower to Ximena. "This is for you."

Ximena lowered her eyes to look at the pot of dark blue hyacinth Molly gave to her. As soon as she took it from her, she heard Molly say, "There is no past that can't be left behind and no future that can't be faced bravely." She took a pair of scissors from Brian and cut off the branch with the flower without the least bit of hesitation.

In a daze, Ximena watched Molly do the deed. Then she raised her eyes slowly to look at her with a confused expression. She knew that according to the language of flowers, hyacinth meant that you could enjoy a rich and colorful life as long as you ignited the flame of life.

In order to achieve that life, one had to confront the fear of death, and survive hopeless situations with all their strength.

"Ximena, do you know why we have eyes in front of our heads?" Molly asked Ximena with a smile on her face. "It's because God wants us to look forward. Whatever happened in the past will stay in the past, just like this dead hyacinth." Her gaze fell on the dark blue flower that had fallen to the ground pitifully. She continued, "New flowers will not bloom unless the past is abandoned." She smiled more brightly, her clear eyes shining with hope for a beautiful future for them all. "The flower language of the dark blue hyacinth is melancholy love," she said. Seeing Ximena's eyes widen, Molly winked at her in a sly manner and added, "This is a new product developed by the florist who sold it to me. He said that the kind of flower that would bloom next will totally depend on the person who takes care of it."

"Do you have to put all this in such a magical way?" Ximena asked with a grin. She was more realistic than Molly. She believed that the dark blue hyacinth which represented her melancholy love would still be the same dark blue hyacinth even if it were to be reborn.

"All right. Now all your depression has been cast away," Molly declared, grabbing onto Ximena's hands. "Ximena, you will see the rays of hope one day soon."

Brian stepped forward and placed one of his arms over Molly's shoulders softly. Looking at Ximena with his falcon eyes, he said in a calm tone, "Aaron is one of my friends. I don't have many of those, because I think that very few people are qualified for that position. I believe that a man who is qualified to be my friend will never betray the woman he loves."

With the hyacinth plant, whose flower had been cut off, Ximena got on an airplane to QY Island. On her way back, she kept staring at the hyacinth blankly, which only had green leaves left on it. Absent-minded, she kept thinking about what Hanson, Molly and Brian had said to her.

It was late in the afternoon when she got off the plane at the airport in QY Island. On the horizon, the setting sun looked like a delicious big salted egg yolk which anyone would want to gobble up.