Someone Who Cares

Miles far from the fast-moving cities laden with skyscrapers and bustling with commuters who frequented the subways, there would always be a place Qiao Ruo would call home. At times, she would feel homesick, not for the people who were once her family, but for the childhood memories.

Qiao Ruo would sometimes wonder why her parents were blighted with such a short lifespan to have departed without even allowing her to retain the slightest image of how they looked like, sadly. The Xias possessed some old photographs of their benefactors, but of them when they were much younger. Her mother was a slim and slender beauty, and her father was an average-looking man who looked to be the type to slave off for a living. It was a wonder how, with his mediocre looks, he could have landed such an enchantress like her mother.