Fan Fiction |
by Naomi
Shan Cai’s most prized possession, her long, silky hair, was curled up at the ends to create a more stylish and glamorous appearance. The front half was gathered back and held in place by several hairclips, while the rest of her hair was left to flow gracefully down her back and over her shoulders. She wore a little diamond tiara which glistened and sparkled with her every movement, accentuating the beauty of her princess attire. The white evening gown looked only too perfect against her soft, pale skin, and the shimmering gold embroidery enhanced the stunning effect of the tiara. She wore a pair of silky, white gloves which reached her elbows, and the left glove was given the honour of the beautiful meteor bracelet. She wore little make-up, only enough to bring a glittering gold shadow to her eyelids, and darken her already long, curly eyelashes. Apart from a light pink shade of blush on her cheeks, the smooth and flawless skin of her face was left to display its natural radiance. Her cute, rosy lips were given a gentle shine by some pale pink lipgloss; too kissable.
The three maids in her room had finished fussing about her and were all standing around and admiring their stunning work of art. Shan Cai lifted her long, full skirt and twirled around her room with the maids, laughing and dancing with excitement. She walked over to the full-length mirror and examined her entire appearance once more. She shook her head; something was missing. Shan Cai pulled out a shelf from her dresser and reached inside to grasp hold of a small square box. She smiled sweetly at the maids then opened the lid of the box and lifted out a necklace. The meteor necklace.
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Dao Ming Si was standing at the bottom of the main staircase, waiting very impatiently for his beloved princess. He was wearing a white tuxedo with shiny gold strips along the edges of the collar, the pockets and the neckline of the vest. The bow tie and the buttons were also gold and shiny. Who else could he be but the irresistibly handsome Prince Charming? Dao Ming Si’s tuxedo came as a set with Shan Cai’s evening gown, and he hoped with all his heart, that everyone at the ball tonight would think they are the best matching couple on Earth. Of course, that was only too true. He shifted around nervously, occasionally glancing at Butler Liu and the maids who were standing in a circle, each holding a camera or a camcorder. Some maids were positioned on the second, third and fourth floors, leaning over the railings with their digital devices. Dao Ming Si had asked them to capture every moment from every angle and every dimension, starting from the second Shan Cai appears at the top of the staircase till they were on the road and completely out of sight from the mansion.
Shan Cai appeared and was instantly greeted with a myriad of camera flashes. She stood nervously at the top of the staircase, looking down at Dao Ming Si. He looked up at her and met her eyes; they were enchanting. Their hearts began throbbing wildly and their gazes were locked unshakably for several stilled moments. Despite the many people standing around them, in their eyes, they only saw each other. They felt as if they were they only people in the whole world; the only people there ever have been and ever will be. Shan Cai took a deep breath, and slowly, she descended the stairs, each step met with an explosion of camera flashes, each step bringing her closer to her Prince Charming.
As she descended the last step, Dao Ming Si reached out an arm and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on her silky, white glove. He gazed deeply into her large, sparkling eyes, completely lost in her intoxicating beauty and elegance. “Shan Cai, you look beyond perfectly beautiful.”
Shan Cai gave him as pleasant a smile as she could manage, but was almost shaking with her mixture of excitement and nervousness. A fairytale style departure to an evening ball was certainly something she had never even dreamt of experiencing before. She panicked slightly, at loss of what to do. Not knowing any polite gestures or appropriate responses, she held his gaze and continued smiling as sweetly as she could. She leaned herself lightly against him and brought her hands up to fix the position of his bow tie. “Umm, so do you.”
Dao Ming Si accepted her weird compliment with a soft laugh then lowered himself to bring a kiss to her cheek. Shan Cai blushed helplessly, melting in his endearing gentleness towards her. As he brought his head back up, something caught the attention of his eyes and he gasped. “The...the meteor necklace! Didn’t I throw that in the fountain at Ying De?! How come you’ve still got it?!”
Shan Cai gave him a shy smile, slightly stunned by his sudden outburst. “I...umm...I went in the water to find it...after you left.”
As if heaven had just fallen onto Earth, Dao Ming Si grinned like crazy and began dancing on the spot, just like every other time something to do with Shan Cai had made him extremely happy. Shan Cai’s eyes widened in shock, beginning to panic again. “Dao Ming Si! They’re still taking photos and filming us, you know?!”
He stopped immediately and his face morphed into another gigantic tomato, unable to hide from the cameras and camcorders which were capturing every moment from every angle and every dimension. Shan Cai giggled and looped her right arm around his left arm, clutching her handbag in her other hand. Without another word, Dao Ming Si walked her out of the mansion and into the front garden. It was a pleasantly warm winter’s night and the sky was richly sprinkled with stars, a little more than usual. The trees in the garden had been decorated with little gold lights, shining through the darkness as they strolled along the sandstone pathway.
Nothing on Earth could have possibly prepared Shan Cai for what she saw next. Waiting at the gates, which guarded the entrance to the Dao Ming property, was a magnificent white and gold carriage drawn by two fine white horses. Shan Cai’s legs grew numb and she held on to Dao Ming Si for support, blinking several times to make sure she was still in reality. “Am I dreaming?”
Dao Ming Si gave her an endearing smile. “Do you always dream about me?” The carriage door was opened for them and he lifted her inside before sitting down beside her. In no time, the driver set the horses to work and they trotted gracefully out of the Dao Ming gates, turning onto the road. Shan Cai looked out through the side window of the carriage and waved at Butler Liu and the maids, watching the camera flashes slowly fade away into the darkness.
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“Oh my goodness!” Xiao You cried, shaking Xi Men’s arm excitedly as they watched two horses pulling a carriage towards the hotel. “Look! It’s Cinderella!”
“So Ah Si did sort things out after all,” Hua Ze Lei commented. He turned to Xiao Qing and added with a grin, “Quite dramatically too.”
“Ouch, my hair! Aisha, stop it!” Mei Zuo yelled, “Come on, just loop your right arm around my left arm. Yes...yes...like that...NO! Aisha, I said stop it! Ouch! Not my hair! Ouch! JUST HOLD MY HAND THEN!”
F3 and the three girls were standing outside the Maple hotel, waiting for Dao Ming Si and Shan Cai to join them. In the meantime, Mei Zuo was desperately trying to make the hyperactive Aisha link his arm or hold his hand, but she seemed much more interested in holding up his hair like pigtails. When Dao Ming Si and Shan Cai finally arrived, Aisha composed herself and gave them a quick self-introduction. After some warm greetings and compliments, F4 and their partners linked arms and grouped together in a distinctively elegant and special white octet. With Dao Ming Si and Xi Men at the front and Mei Zuo and Hua Ze Lei at the back, they made their grand entrance into Jing’s ball.
The ballroom of the Maple hotel was spacious and exquisitely furnished, deliberately chosen by the Teng Tang Corporation to hold its grand function. The walls were lavished with beautiful rose-tinted windows and the long crimson curtains were pulled to the sides. There were four breathtakingly enormous chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling, as well as a large, well-polished dance floor. The dinner tables were intricately laid out with full sets of fine china and tableware, displaying etiquette and class to the extent. Waiters and waitresses, all dressed in black with white aprons, winded repeatedly through the maze of tables, serving beverages and taking menu orders from the guests. Over a thousand guests had already filled the room; some seated at their tables, some standing around and chatting, some getting refreshments from the self-serve area, and some dancing to the cheery welcome music played by an orchestra on the stage.
While F3 and their partners settled at their dinner table, Mei Zuo pulled Aisha straight onto the dance floor and began waltzing with her like crazy. Deep inside, he questioned himself why he had asked her to be his partner, and the answer was far beyond her cuteness. Until two days ago, Aisha was completely a stranger to him. She was simply an annoying Japanese girl whom he met at his local hairdresser and had entertained herself by cutting his hair. She was not even a hairdresser, but just a very bored university student hanging around in her friend’s shop in the afternoon. However, Mei Zuo began to wonder if he was becoming influenced by F3 who had chosen simple and innocent ‘commoner’ girls above all the other beautiful, rich and attractive girls they knew. At any time, he could pick up a model, an actress or even just another sexy, slutty girl from VS. But he deliberately chose to ask Aisha and he was actually very impressed by her efforts to look her best tonight. She wore a fitted white full-length dress with spaghetti straps, which made her small form appear remarkably long and slender. She also wore some silver jewellery and matched them with a pair of stylish silver stilettos. Her dyed brown hair was straightened and flying wildly around her face as she danced with him. She was so cheerful. So fun-loving. So crazy. When Mei Zuo was with Aisha, all he needed to do was be himself.
Xiao You and Shan Cai walked over to the self-serve area to pick out some refreshments. Xiao You looked incredibly attractive wearing the dress Xi Men had bought for her, particularly because it was so short and enticing to the eyes. Out of pure modesty, she covered her shoulders with a furry white shawl, which made her appear even more trendy and sophisticated.
“Hey guys!” Qing He and Li Zhen joined them at the refreshments, giving them identical goofy smiles.
“Oh, good!” Shan Cai exclaimed, “We were wondering if you two were here!”
Xiao You nodded. “Li Zhen, you look fabulous!”
“You too! Look at that shawl! Is it real fur?”
“Of course not. I would never wear an animal.”
When Qing He and Li Zhen walked away, Xiao You took the chance to voice out her good news. “Shan Cai, I need to tell you something but please don’t freak out. Xi Men and I are official now.”
“Oh my goodness! That’s great!” Shan Cai gave her a pleased smile. “I’m VERY happy for you two! Xiao You, you’ve finally found a guy who loves you as much as you love him.”
Xiao You grinned with relief. “So you’re okay with it? I thought you would eat me alive!”
Shan Cai shook her head. “I’m not really that stupid, you know? I just wanted to make sure you two were serious about each other. Especially Xi Men. But I’ve noticed how much he’s changed since you went to Canada. He’s not interested in dating different girls anymore. He’s matured a lot in the past few months.”
Xiao You nodded in agreement. “So has Mei Zuo. Since we came back from Hokkaido, he hasn’t hooked up with any girls. It’s a really good change.”
Shan Cai smirked. “Mei Zuo and mature don’t go together. What about this...Aisha?”
“She’s different. She’s just a girl who gave him his haircut. He said that she would’ve cried if he didn’t let her cut his hair.”
“Is she a hairdresser?”
“Of course not!” Xiao You replied laughing. “He told me that she goes to Taipei University and she’s one year younger than us. She’s studying Arts and her friend’s mum owns a hairdressing boutique. Last week, her friend’s little brother was born so she’s been visiting their shop a lot to play with the baby.”
“She’s really, really cute,” Shan Cai commented as she watched Aisha chasing Mei Zuo around the dance floor with a carrot in her hand. Mei Zuo hates carrots. “She’s so much like our Mei Zuo. So cheeky and crazy. Aisha’s just the right girl to keep him busy. She’ll probably have him begging on his knees before the end of tonight.”
Xiao You laughed loudly. “He deserves it full on! He’s had enough fun embarrassing us. It’s about time he gets his share of being bullied and teased.”
Shan Cai and Xiao You joined Xiao Qing at the table, bringing back two large trays of candy and potato chips. The three girls scanned through the menu and ordered their entrées, main courses and desserts. Meanwhile, Dao Ming Si, Xi Men and Hua Ze Lei were engaged in conversations with some older men at other tables who were obviously sucking up to them for business deals. Shan Cai and Xiao You took the chance to interview their new friend, hoping to unlock some secrets about Hua Ze Lei.
“So, our lady Miss Xia,” Shan Cai began in a funny voice, “Would you mind informing us of how you began your rela– friendship with our Mr Hua Ze?”
Xiao Qing blushed and smiled nervously. “I...umm...we...we met last week in the auditorium. I was going there to practise piano, but he was inside playing the violin. He looked really sad so I went in and talked to him. We started playing some music together.”
“And?” Shan Cai prompted, trying to keep a straight face.
“Three days later, I wandered up to the rooftop, and strangely, he was already there. That’s when we learnt each other’s names.”
Xiao You began stuffing some candy into her mouth to cover her grin. “I see. I see. And he bought this dress for you?”
“Yes. The shoes and the handbag too,” Xiao Qing said quickly, “I told him that I couldn’t come to the ball because I didn’t have any nice dresses. Then he bought all this and took them to my apartment last night. Honestly, I didn’t want to accept these gifts. They’re just too expensive and precious. But he insisted.”
Shan Cai beamed with delight and gripped on to Xiao You’s arm, tugging it excitedly. “Do you think Jing would be happy or jealous about this?!”
Soon, F4 and Aisha came back to the table. Jing and her parents appeared on the stage, standing in front of the microphone. Jing was wearing a long, pale blue evening gown and her curly hair flowed femininely over her shoulders. She was tall and slim, with a perfect hourglass figure and an aura of maturity and wisdom. She modelled the fitted strapless dress to its full elegance, with a slit on one side which reached halfway up her thigh, occasionally revealing her long, slender legs. “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Teng Tang Jing. On behalf of the Teng Tang Corporation, I would like to warmly welcome you all and thank you for attending our evening ball. Here are a few words from my father.”
“My beloved daughter is almost twenty-five,” Mr Teng Tang began his speech affectionately, “And throughout these twenty-five years, I am sure you all know, her greats achievements have transcended all our expectations. She is indeed a remarkably beautiful young woman and I am only too proud to have her as my lovely daughter. But Jing is also an incredibly intelligent, talented, wise and diligent young woman. She has mastered five instruments, excelled in five languages and is also a very skilful and experienced ballerina...”
Xi Men turned to Xiao You and whispered with a grin, “She can’t play any of her instruments that well. And she’s only fluent in Mandarin and French. Her English is unbearable.”
Shan Cai snickered and whispered to Dao Ming Si, “Your English is unbearable too.”
“...She is always ready to meet you at the beach for some wind-surfing, challenge you to a tennis match, or paint you a stunning piece of artwork. At the age of eighteen, Jing travelled to France to begin a degree in Law. At the age of nineteen, she won the honour of Miss Teen of France and began an international modelling career. When she was twenty-four, she returned to Taiwan to assist our business and celebrate her birthday. But due to her determined nature and generous heart, she was reluctant to stay long. And shortly, she returned to France to complete her Law degree and dedicated the rest of her life to serving the poor and needy. However, Jing is back with us today, and she is now more mature, wise and knowing. She will, and this is my promise, she will continue her charity work with all willingness and generosity. But on this very evening, she will also bear the honour of another great achievement. I am getting old and would love to have some quiet time to rest and be with my wife. Please let me pass my position as the Chief Executive Officer of the Teng Tang Corporation to my trusted daughter, Teng Tang Jing.”
After the induction and a few more speeches from the Board of Directors, dinner was served. Once again, the guests filled the ballroom with their loud chatter, enjoying the most deluxe cuisine from around the world. But for most of the people there, the fine food was simply expected.
After the meal, Xiao Qing wandered out onto the balcony and breathed in the cool air, feeling calm and refreshed. She needed to move away from the music and the chatter for a while, to be by herself in a peaceful, quiet area. She looked down below at a large fountain with a statue of an angel surrounded by pink and white waterlilies. It reminded her of Hua Ze Lei’s request: “Promise to be my angel.” Xiao Qing could barely recognise herself tonight. The dress was a perfect fit and her slightly tanned skin created a gentle contrast with the white dress, appearing mysterious and luring. She left her short hair natural, since there was little that could be done but a quick spray of glitter. Dangling from her neck was still the small silver cross which she had worn for a long time, but she did slip on a pair of heart-shaped earrings. When Hua Ze Lei arrived at her apartment earlier tonight, he could not help but laugh at her, completely stunned by a Xiao Qing without an army green shirt and faded baggy jeans. She was absolutely gorgeous though, and he admitted it. But it amused him even more watching her paint her face into a monkey’s butt, and in the end, he had to apply her make up for her.
As Xiao Qing continued gazing down from the balcony, Shan Cai’s words came to mind: “Do you think Jing would be happy or jealous about this?!” She thought back to Hua Ze Lei’s pained expression while he was playing the violin in the auditorium. At the rooftop, he was holding the invitation in his hands and his mind was full of thoughts. Teng Tang Jing. Could the hostess of tonight’s ball be the cause of Hua Ze Lei’s unhappiness? Xiao Qing remembered his relationship with this beautiful and intelligent young woman: “F4 has been friends with Jing since kindergarten.” Piece by piece, Xiao Qing assembled the puzzle and concluded that Hua Ze Lei must be suffering from unrequited love. She sighed and ran her fingers over the soft, silky fabric of her dress, swaying the skirt gently. In a brief moment of gratitude, she set her mind on bringing Hua Ze Lei his truly deserved happiness; Jing.
“Qing Qing.” Hua Ze Lei appeared beside her on the balcony, looking at her with a teasing smile. “Did it hurt when you fell down from Heaven?”
Xiao Qing blushed and giggled at his witty compliment. “Lei, you’re so silly.”
“Why are you out here by yourself? Are you all right?”
She smiled sweetly and shrugged. “Just getting some fresh air. Why don’t you ask Miss Teng Tang for a dance?”
He shook his head. “Look at me,” he said softly. She turned to face him and Hua Ze Lei traced his eyes up and down her a few times. “Qing Qing, you really are an angel without those boyish clothes.”
She looked down shyly, unable to hold his gentle and admiring gaze any longer. She was not sure if she had any feelings for him, but in that very moment, it was only too easy to lose herself in those fresh, beautiful eyes. Xiao Qing was seldom praised for her appearance. With such a quiet and timid personality, to be called an angel by a handsome young man like Hua Ze Lei was something that instantly made her legs go numb. Suddenly, she felt his warm hands resting on the bare skin of her shoulders. She panicked slightly, unsure of his intentions. Hua Ze Lei lowered his head, and slowly, he brought a soft, lingering kiss to her tiny lips. “Happy birthday, Qing Qing.”
She looked up at him in a daze, completely lost for words and silently praying that her legs would keep supporting her. She could collapse any moment. He smiled at her adoringly. “Don’t be so shy. You’re nineteen. It’s your last year of being a teenager.”
Xiao Qing returned his smile, her lips still tingling from his lovely kiss. Hua Ze Lei took her hand and brought her back into the ballroom, leading her towards the middle of the dance floor to join Mei Zuo and Aisha. He entwined her fingers with his own, and slid his other hand around her waist, holding her gently against him. Her body stiffened and she hesitated. “Lei, I don’t know how to dance.”
“I’ll teach you.” They began swaying slowly to the soft classical music, savouring the warmth and comfort of being in each other’s arms. Xiao Qing slowly relaxed against him, and Hua Ze Lei revelled in her sweetness, momentarily forgetting all the loneliness he felt before. Little did he know, that only a few minutes ago, he took her first kiss.
“Shan Cai, look!” Xiao You yelled excitedly, “Look at Lei and Qing Qing!”
Shan Cai grinned, feeling extremely happy that Hua Ze Lei was enjoying himself tonight. “They look like two angels together, don’t they? I wonder if Qing Qing is in love with Lei or if Lei is in love with Qing Qing.”
Xiao You furrowed her eyebrows. “Isn’t it both?”
Shan Cai shook her head. “Well, I don’t think so. Not yet. But anyhow, I’m very please with Xiao Qing. It’s because she’s so small and shy that she’s managed to bring out all the confidence in Lei. Since he was a little boy, Lei has been overpowered and intimidated by Jing. Even though Jing has always cared for him, she also patronised him too much. Hua Ze Lei is becoming a man now and he can’t keep loving someone like Jing. He needs to feel that he’s able to care for someone, to protect someone, and to hold a girl in his arms because she wants to be there.”
Xiao You sighed. “Shan Cai, I think that’s why Lei fell in love with you.”
Shan Cai shook her head again. “That’s different, Xiao You. Lei always gave his blessings to Dao Ming Si and me. Even if he did love me, he didn’t let me take Jing’s place in his heart. But it was through me that Lei realised what he needed. And now it’s through Xiao Qing that he gets what he needs.”
Xi Men ended his conversation with another man and signalled to Xiao You to come to him. In a rush of excitement, Xiao You bounced up from her chair and ran into his arms. They headed towards the dance floor, leaving Shan Cai at the table by herself. Shan Cai watched Hua Ze Lei, Xi Men and Mei Zuo dancing with their partners, secretly wishing that they would find their happiness if they have not already. Suddenly, Dao Ming Si appeared behind her chair, bending over to give her a kiss on her cheek.
“That took you long enough,” Shan Cai said grumpily, “I deserve another one.”
“Another what?”
“Pighead.” She rolled her eyes. “Another kiss.”
Dao Ming Si’s charming dimpled smile appeared, bringing his adoring lips to her cheek again. Then he lowered his left hand in front of her and whispered softly into her ear, “May I?”
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“Slow down!” Shan Cai cried breathlessly, “Dao Ming Si! Stop!” They had just arrived home and climbed off the carriage, but Dao Ming Si went crazy and started sprinting through the front garden, dragging poor Shan Cai behind him. “Pighead! I can’t run in these shoes!”
He stopped abruptly, sending Shan Cai crashing into his back before releasing her hand with a sheepish grin. “Sorry Shan Cai, I’m just really...desperate.”
“What?! Didn’t you go to the toilet before we left the hotel? Why don’t you go in first and I’ll –”
“Oh, be quiet!” Dao Ming Si bent down and scooped her into his arms, then continued running madly through the doors of the mansion, pushing past Butler Liu and flying up the stairs.
“Young master! Young master!”
“DAO MING SI! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
It was not until they were inside his bedroom and he had slammed the door shut and locked it that he finally let Shan Cai stand on her feet. They stood in the middle of the room facing each other; Shan Cai exasperated and Dao Ming Si catching his breath. For half a minute, they remained in that position, staring at each other in utter disbelief, until they both burst into hysterical laughter.
“You are SUCH a pighead!” Shan Cai stated the obvious. “Well, what are you standing there for? Go to the toilet!”
“Who said I need to go to the toilet?”
“You said you were desperate!”
Dao Ming Si grinned. “I am! I haven’t kissed you for thirty-five hours, sixteen minutes and twenty-two seconds!” He grabbed Shan Cai by the waist and tumbled onto the bed with her, trapping her under his strong, muscular body. He brushed a few strands of hair off her forehead, his face only an inch from her own. Shan Cai closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath caress her nose, her cheeks and linger over her lips. She waited. But he waited too. Unable to resist him any longer, she slid her fingers through his hair, gently tugging him downwards, and claimed his lips with her own. It was so simple an action, but one that reached deep into Dao Ming Si’s heart. He knew that it was her special way of telling him that she loved him; something that no one else was ever allowed or able to do.
“Shan Cai,” he muttered softly. He stood up and walked over to the hi-fi system, scanning through some CDs on the rack. Within seconds, a soft, romantic melody filled the bedroom and the lights were dimmed. Dao Ming Si walked back over to Shan Cai and offered his hand out to her for the second time tonight. “May I...again?”
She let out a giggle and slipped her fingers into his warm, gentle grasp. “But we’ve already danced at the ball.”
“Dance or kiss? You choose.” He pulled her off the bed and she rested lightly against his chest, watching their fingers entwine so perfectly together. He slid his other hand around her waist, feeling the gorgeous shape of her body enclosed within her corset.
“Both,” she whispered, melting in the seductive warmth of his arms. He traced his eyes along the outline of her shoulders, following over her neck, his senses weakened by the beauty of her pale peach skin. She was perfect. Pure. Untouched.
This is my moment
Dao Ming Si took the first step backwards, gently pulling Shan Cai with him as they began their dance. There were no other couples dancing around them. No distractions. No one watching them. No looks of jealousy or disgust. No one who could possibly stand between them, around them or with them. There was only Dao Ming Si and Shan Cai in their own secret world; his bedroom.
This is my perfect moment with you
He gazed deeply into her eyes and she met his gaze with an adoring smile. Even under such dim lighting, they could see themselves reflected in each other’s eyes. It was their silent promise of love. No one else mattered. Nothing else mattered.
This is what God meant
He breathed in the sweet, luring scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating; not because of the white floral blooms of Louisiana magnolia touched with golden Anjou pear, or the vanilla-sandalwood musk infused in dewy lotus flower, but simply because the fragrance came from Shan Cai.
This is my perfect moment with you
She was so light and fragile that even the slightest movement of his arms was enough to control her. She followed his every step, met his every gaze, returned his every smile, matched his every breath, and echoed his every heartbeat.
I wish I could freeze this space and time
Even if Earth stopped spinning at this moment, Dao Ming Si would only be too thankful to hold Shan Cai in his arms, protecting her, loving her, gazing into her enchanting eyes for eternity. Nothing else could be as beautiful.
The way that I feel for you inside
The first time he saw her eyes was over a year ago, but every time he looked into them again, it felt like the first time. They were sparkling, dancing, captivating, making love to him in a language of their own, stealing his heart and soul. “Dao Ming Si...”
This is my moment
“I love you, pighead.”
This is my perfect moment with you
They closed their eyes and found each other’s lips.
21-Jan-2005
A word of credit to Martine McCrutcheon for her song ‘Perfect Moment’ from the ‘Meteor Garden’ original soundtrack.