The perfect time

In the joyous moment, Zeng had tears slipping out of his eyes.

Fanxing was so small, so naive when he had first started working at the hospital under Zeng. The boy has slowly worked his way up to become a hard-working, confident doctor. It was admirable to see his progress. Zeng felt like he had seen the child grow up. Time sure flies by.

Yul nudged him by the shoulder, "Why are you crying?" he whispered.

"I am just so happy for him," Zeng whispered back with a smile. Yul smiled at him as he wiped away a tear from Zeng's face. He looked in front at the newlywed couple, the two happiest people in the world. They were now with a promise of a lifetime. They were married, their lives tied together with the red strings of fate.

Indeed, it was a strange feeling, not the bad strange but the good strange. Zeng could feel that Yul wanted to feel the same.

His free hand clasped the necklace he was wearing. It was still there, cold against the skin of his palm.