Love Began with the First Meeting

The flowers that grow in the desolate deserts of the earth face an interesting situation. Their appearance is not so delicate, but their tough bodies are made to stand every kind of hardship.

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Molly bit her lips. Tears were coursing down her cheeks like a river bursting its banks; she seemed hesitant, as though a prey to some sort of inward conflict. She had never hoped to be understood by anyone else but she couldn't bear it at all when her mother called her 'bitch!'

"I'll visit you soon another day!" Molly managed to control her emotion and then ran out of the ward.

"Molly!" Steven shouted after her. With a solemn glance at Sharon, he ran after her but lost her in the corridor. She was gone.

He felt ashamed and uneasy. He clenched his fists suddenly, as if he was deeply grieved.

Molly rushed towards the staircase in a single breath, with her teeth gnashed to prevent herself from crying out. Entering the staircase, she sat down on the first step, without thinking to make sure it wasn't dirty. She burst into tears like a child.

Gradually, the empty staircase was filled with her dry and sorrowful sobs. Muffled and anguished cries echoed throughout the staircase when she suddenly bit her own arm.

Her eyes were running out of tears, but her heart still ached. She had been trying her best to protect her family from poverty. She had taken several jobs to earn as much money as she could. She was paying for her father's debts, her mother's medicine costs, and her brother's tuition fees. It made her happy to think that she could help her family; she wanted to do just that and maintain her family. She had hated God for this much injustice but had never complained about her family.

skin and blood flowed into her mouth. She didn't

back and just now, her mother had slapped her. Was there anything more painful than the physical and mental

No, there wasn't!

eyes, she kept crying until finally the light faded when the sun went down. She

ahead with scattered

illness, no father's gambling debt,

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A city, A huge, round, redwood table was sitting in the middle of a grandiose room that spanned almost 500 square metres. It was surrounded by leisure sofas, and potted flowers in green plants. The table looked too simple

standing. Even the sight itself was as abrupt as the table

seldom smoke, saving

it was evident that he was doing

tapped the table with his fingers lightly and slowly. His hands showed their age but were still in perfect

smile hidden in his mask, Mr. Shen looked at Brian. There were no emotions on his face even though he was stunned

face to face with Brian, and he

was much more tyrannical and venomous than Richie. He had a feeling that Brian either loved or didn't love at all. And if he loved someone, he