[Flashback : 13 Years Ago]
"Zenith?"
A meek, familiar feminine voice from behind winced little Zenith, making him reluctantly turn around with his tear soaked face. His dark onyx eyes narrowed when he saw Vanessa, dolled up in a pretty black gown which seemed a bit more lavish compared to an appropriate outfit for a funeral meeting inside the mountain shrine.
Approaching closer, amidst countless VIPs keenly gazing at them, she knelt in front of Zenith and tried to wipe his eyes with her silk handkerchief, with a small somber smile.
"I know the pain you're going through, Zenith. But if you keep crying like this, your Mommy won't be able to rest at peace. Perhaps if she hadn't done drugs, you would've still been able to be with her for a long time. But even if she's gone, now, I am here with you. Zenith, you're alone—"
