With the effect of alcohol kicking in, Yue Ling felt much better. She leaned back to rest her head against the back of the swing and gazed at the starry night sky. It was filled with multiple stars that twinkled like little flickering light bulbs, bringing her heart to ease and making her smile. She reached for the hairpins tangled in her hair to secure her bun, that made her scalp ache and pulled them all out one by one. The soothing breeze waved her now loosely open hair sideways which sometimes covered her eyes. She gently tucked the strand behind her ear again and again.
She was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the faint footsteps coming from behind her until she heard the familiar masculine voice calling her name, "Lily, my love here you are."
Her back stiffened like a ramrod hearing the name. Lily was a name and an identity she has already left far behind. But it seemed like the identity was not intending to leave her.
