"Isn't it laughable that sometimes something so eccentric happen in your life that you can only accept it." She said looking towards the cherry blossom tree in her yard, a melancholy on her voice as she stated.
Her maid didn't understood what her words actually mean, the melancholy in her eyes and the way she bite her lips in agony
Even her maid could feel the pain in her words but still can't figure out the true meaning of those words. It was like a open mystery, it looks so easy to solve but in real it's not easy as it look.
Something was off, was it because of wound. Was it too painful? But she knows her young miss was not that weak to talk something like that for some wound. What was there to make her feel so in agony?
"Young miss, is it too painful? Should I call the doctor?" The maid asked unable to solve the mystery of her young miss words.
Chen Juan finally woke up from her trail of thoughts, she rubbed off tears coming out of corner of her eyes before she look up again at her maid with a smile.
"Nothing, I am alright. Just give me that plant." Chen Juan forwarded her uninjured hand to take the plant from her.
Her maid didn't say anything and gave her plant, she wanted to ask about what she mean but she didn't want to anger her. She stood there clasping her lips together hesitating on what to do.
Chen Juan saw her still standing, deep in her thoughts,"What is it?" Chen Juan questioned without glancing at her.
"Huh" she waked up from her thoughts and look towards Chen Juan and after some hesitation she shook her head,"nothing." She mumbled.
"Then why stand here, I can take care of my wound myself, go back to your work." Chen Juan without thinking much.
"Mm" she nodded her head politely and bowed to Chen Juan before leaving.
After few steps she looked back at Chen Juan, and thought to herself,'Something is surely wrong.' she thought before continuing her pace.
She knows something was wrong but didn't know what was, she could see changes with her young miss but why can't she say her young miss is not same. She looks same but what was so different in her suddenly.
Can someone change suddenly change so much? Why was she even asking when she has seen worse.
People change, like season leaving behind lot of memories which kills the other person more than anything.
She still remembers the day when her childhood lover call out one rainy day and calmly he said,"Let's breakup. I don't love you anymore." Those words crumbled her whole world in one go. She never expected that her only one would do this to her. It just took him days before he married someone else and is happily married to her.
What she did to be treated like that? What was her fault? She did everything she could for their future but then suddenly those words destroy every dream she ever dreamed of.
She knows how fast people can change, how fast a heat can change, but why can't the pain one feel change so easily, why it take time to heal?
A bitter smile appeared on her lips, rembering the past of her. She know how much it pains when the one you like the most doesn't love you back but instead despise you. That hatred is enough to kill the person, no one can say feel the way they were before they fall for them.
She walked out, only being able to feel bad for her young miss. Suddenly her fellow maids, came and called her and saw her sadden face and can't stop herself from interrogating her, what happened.
She didn't reply anything, just shook her head implying that it was nothing and before any further questions she completely change the topic.
Chen Juan put the med on her wound, and looked towards the cherry blossom tree. She don't know but she feels so attached to the tree as if they both are connected and understand every pain of each other.
She feels more attached to the trees then any human in this world. Weird but she didn't hate it. Everytime something happens to her in this world even looking at that tree makes her soothe.
'What must be happening in her real world now?' she thought suddenly looking up at the clear blue skin where faces of her dear ones showed.