Dahlia was surprised.
Even though she was blind, she was gifted with the ability to sense her surroundings and pinpoint where she wanted to go even though she didn't know the directions.
"Maybe the deity is helping me for once in my life." She felt a small ounce of gratefulness for this ability. After all, she had lost so much only to gain this ability.
She sensed she was quite far from the hospital she woke up in, and she felt relieved. The strange man that tore her away from her brother's grave seemed to visit her once in a while, while she was in a coma. He never said more than two or more phrases and he just stared at her the rest of the time he was visiting her. She remembered that she became a little traumatized by how much he stared at her, but she knew he had nothing to do with her sisters. After she confirmed that, a huge burden was lifted off her shoulders.
But one thing was for sure, she didn't know him at all. They were just strangers. Why would he visit her and even talk to her instead of leaving her alone, after paying her hospital bills? She didn't want to think anymore, it's not like she would meet him again.
She had been traveling by foot to find her brother's grave since three in the morning, and she was quite exhausted. She had just woken up from a three year nap, of course she would be tired. Still, Dahlia pushed her legs and arms to keep moving, step by step. Dahlia also had to constantly use her stick-like object to the feel the ground before her. She had traveled at least ten miles, and she was almost there.
She sensed that there were some new trees planted and the scenery had seemed to change quite a bit, and after she pinpointed her brother's grave she began running. Because of her lack of strength, and rocky ground, she kept stumbling and falling to the ground her knees and arms were getting scraped again and again. By the time she had finally reached her destination, she started crawling on the ground for the boulder-tombstone she wholeheartedly hugged three years ago. Her hands were dusty and tiny cuts were made as she tried to feel for her brother's tombstone. Her knees met rocks and bugs that were crawling about, but she ignored them.
Then, she felt the familiar touch of a boulder that she held for months before she was taken away to the hospital. She hugged the rock as if it was her baby. She caressed the boulder and felt every crack, mark, and indent it had on its round body.
After the long and difficult journey she had, she finally fell asleep, her head on top of the boulder whispering,
"Brother, I'm back! I was away from you for a little while but it's alright. I'll accompany you more often from now on!" As she closed her sleepy eyes, she thought,
'Brother, I wish you were still alive.' Unknowingly, several tear drops fell from her eyes.
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Hei Bohai watched as the hospital desperately searched for the missing lady that had escaped from the hospital at 3:00 am in the morning. As Hei Bohai watched the camera footage he understood that she was extremely weak and exhausted as she used a metal stick she found in her room to support herself.
He had finally found the person he was looking for. The girl that etched her image and soul into his heart. The girl who had saved him years ago when he was fourteen years old and she was eight years old.
He had to find her, and find out what exactly happened to her. He couldn't dare to even think about losing her again. But when he arrived at that place three years ago where he found her, she was already covered in old wounds and hugging a tombstone clearly meant for her loved one. It mentioned a man named Wei. Who was Wei? Who was he to her? And most importantly, was she safe now? Where on Earth did she go?
He gripped his phone until its screen cracked. He was not a man of patience, he wanted answers and quickly. Those who knew him, knew what he would do when his patience was on the edge of burning out. But finally, Secretary Jian had appeared holding some documents as well as the location of Dahlia Long.
Hei Bohai stretched his long muscular arm out, waiting for his Secretary to give the documents to him.