Xia Yao Xing slide down the door and buried her head into the knees. She couldn't understand how can a father call his own daughter a servant girl. She was totally shocked and was even more heartbroken than being shocked. The words of her supposed real father, "THE girl over here is my daughter Xia Xiang's servant." were constantly repeating themselves in her mind again and again. She couldn't understand why are these people treating her like this.
Her previous family, her friends or even the village people never treated her this way. She cried even more thinking about her family and village. She thought about the days she was with them. She thought about yesterday when they were celebrating her birthday. She thought about the way her brother used to console her whenever she cried. She missed her brother,she missed her father, her mother, Rui, Zhi and every one. She missed them all. She cried and cried. She tried to stop crying but she couldn't stop it. Her tears flowed down drop by drop.
Within her cries she heard a knock on the door and suddenly stopped crying out loud, but her tears didn't stop flowing down. She thought it would be embarrassing to open the door for someone to see her in this state and said, "P-Please... G-go back. I-I'm busy." While stuttering and sobbing a little.
The knocking on the door stopped and came a gentle and sweet voice of a boy, "Please... Open the door." He said those words with so much care that the words and voice made her feel comfortable. She felt the 'care' that she missed till now, from his voice. But she still couldn't open the door as she was still crying.
She said, "S-sorry please... Go back." She was still sobbing.
The voice came again, "Xiao Xing, please open the door. You need treatment. Please." He said gently as he looked down at the first aid kit in his hands.
Xia Yao Xin felt the gentleness in his voice and was even more touched. She slowly stood up and opened the door. The boy was standing outside her room. The boy was little shocked to see that the room was totally dark.
He saw Xia Yao Xing standing at the door, holding it and looking down as if she was ashamed to see him. He asked her, "Aren't you afraid of dark? Why are the lights off?"
She looked up a little shocked and then instantly looked below, 'How did he know that I'm afraid of dark?'
Yes, Xia Yao Xing was afraid of dark since childhood, thoughshe doesn't know why. But today she couldn't bother being afraid because the embarrassment she felt was even more scaring for her.
The boy entered her room and switched on the lights. He walked her to her bed by holding her hand gently.
Xia Yao Xing was little startled when he touched her hand and walked her towards her bed. She looked up and saw his back profile. He was taller than her and was waring a white coat. He was thin and he looked fit. His hair was black. She couldn't see his face when he was standing outside her room because of the strong light illuminating behind him, outside her room, while her own room was dark.
He said turning around, "Xiao Xing, sit here."
When she saw him turning around she instantly hung her head low eying the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. He sensed her nervousness as a low chuckle left his lips. He went back to close the door as she sat on the bed.
He came back and took a seat beside her as he opened the first aid kit he brought with him.
He took a gauze, rinsed it with disinfectant to cleaned the wound on her forehead that was caused by the fall from the stairs. He cleaned the blood that was spread over her forehead and down her cheek. It was a little painful for her when the gauze touched her wound and she made a little sound, "Hiss..."
He stopped a little before starting again with more gentleness. He said while disinfecting her wound, "Xiao Xing, be more careful in the future. Please... I can't see you like this. It hurts" He said this pointing a finger at his own chest as if she was all he have in this world. As if she was the only reason for his life and he couldn't bear even a little scratch on her.
He disinfected her wound.
He extended his hand and made her look up holding her chin. As he did so she suddenly closed her eyes as she was embarrassed to look at him in this panic state of hers. He chuckled looking her expression. He said, "Look up. I won't laugh." Hearing this Xia Yao Xing felt even more embarrassing as she opened her eyes and looked at his clean and cute face. She was amazed by this cute yet handsome face.
He carefully cleaned the smudged lipstick from the side of her lip all the while smiling sweetly. He got up and said, "Take care..." then he left. Xia Yao Xing looked at the leaving figure and felt empty.
She wanted to ask his name. But she was an idiot and a scary cat. She couldn't ask him about his name! As she hought to herself, 'how could you not ask his name? You idiot! Why can't you even look at him. How can you be this idiot?????' She was drifted to the dream land and fall asleep all while thinking about him, completely forgetting about the thing that happened to her.
The next day Xia Yao Xing's grand father came to her room, woke her up, dressed her wound again and took her to have dinner. She had breakfast with him, her elder sister who was 2 years older than her and her younger brother Xia Nan Sheng.
Her grand father would always play with both the sisters and his younger grandson. Her sister and her younger brither would take good care of her. She would now seldom miss her family. Although she would not spent more time with her parents but she would play with her sister and even go out with her.
Although her sister couldn't disclose her identity as a sister but she didn't mind because she treated her well.
But nothing remained this blissful...
As the days went her grand father's health deteriorated. He fell ill and couldn't get up from the bed. Her supposed real mom would beat her every now and then and scold her very harshly for very insignificant things. Her sister couldn't do anything as she was only a a little girl.
Xia Yao Xing endured everything for the sake of his grand father while waiting for her parents to come and take her away. Every now and then something would happen and she would cry. Sometimes servants even scold her for being noisy while crying so she started crying under her quilt so that no one could hear her.
Every once in a while she would dream of the boy that came on the night of the party and miss him along with her family. She would cry under her quilt and beg God to send him again to her. She wanted him to console her again.