Jasmine sits on the railing of the balcony of the Feng's mansion and stares at the black and blue skies of Switzerland. It is dawn and there is not much stars in the sky.
Though the moon is still shining brightly in the sky, the loneliness that Jasmine feels is somewhat similar to what she felt when their mother died.
It was a heart wrenching feeling. Seeing her there, lying on the cold white bed after a tremendous fight against cancer is not a funny sight.
She and Aiden are still young at that time, only seven and two years old, their only hope is their mother while their father is away for a business trip.
She can still remember her mother's final words before taking her last breath. Jasmine sighs as she recalls every existing memory that her mother had with her.
"If only that wrench didn't kill her sister for money."
