Everywhere in the world there are a variety of love stories taking place. Every day, different couples are writing their own unique stories. Love may make you feel shyly sweet or boldly confident, happy or sad, humble or proud. No matter what kind of love you may have, it's a fairy tale, being composed by yourselves, in firm pursuit of true love. By the author of this love story
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"Little Molly, this is from Spark," Eric said, handing the bouquet of lilium casa blanca to Molly.
Looking around instinctively, Molly discovered that everybody around were either greeting or chatting. In the background the band played gentle, loving melodies. She looked in the direction of Eric and Brian. Mixtures of complex emotions were rolling around her heart. Looking intrigued over the bunch of flowers, she found a small card among them. Holding her breath in anticipation and excitedly she carefully picked out the dainty card.
"If you are content, every day is sunny; If you are feeling happy, he will be your destination!" the card read.
The finery of the filigree handwriting was soft yet resolute, which looked like the work of an artist. His words were simple yet composed. Molly felt her nose ached, as her emotions flared while she read the card. She clearly knew every word had meaning and had been written from his heart. She pursed her lips to try to restraint her pent up emotions. Her eyes were already moist and becoming difficult to control. Immediately a thought came to her, about the 'Sunny Day', when Spark had bought her a gift. Then recalling the auction in T City, as if time had stopped in that moment. The beautiful sunflower shaped pendent, she treasured so much.
Brian's deep-set striking eyes, looked indifferent as usual, without any emotion which would reveal his true feelings. He stretched out his arms to hold Molly in his. "Mol," he said softly. Hearing his voice, Molly looked at him. He continued, "All he actually wants, is to see you being happy."
Pursing her lips, Molly nodded with tear-filled eyes, "I know that, but I feel-"
"I understand," Brian said in an indifferent voice, staring at Molly. Telepathically their eyes met. They were able to know each other's thoughts, without saying a word.
Eric wore a sly smile in the corners of his mouth, as he stared at them. His smile looked casual and sincere to those around him. But no one knew, it not only contained his best wishes for Molly and Brian, but also his own bitterness.
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Elias took a look at Spark and then at the vial in his hand. It was filled with some type of green liquid. While shaking the bottle, he asked "Mr. Brian Long and Miss Xia are getting married today. Why are you here, instead of attending their wedding?" while waiting for a while with no response. He continued, "Don't try and be pretentiously apathetic and detached with me!"
Spark didn't reply. He kept on playing with the filled bottle in his hand.
"Spark!" Elias said, trying to get his attention while staring at him after placing the agent he held under the microscope. "When do you plan on having the operation?" Elias asked concerned.
Hearing the question, Spark stopped immediately and turned his head to look at Elias. After taking a pause, he said slowly, "Maybe after the Spring Festival." Spark resumed his handling of the bottle in his hand, with a distracted look on his face. "I don't want to celebrate the Spring Festival in hospital. That would bring me bad luck," he added.
Hearing his explanation, Elias couldn't help but shrug. As a foreigner, he would understand why Spark might think this way. But in his situation he couldn't understand why he thought like this at all.
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