With a face as white as a sheet of paper and parched mouth, she tried to hold on to the glass railing to support her weakened knees. Her eyes were constantly glued to the wooden box.
Feng Jianyu noticed something was off about her. She was feeling uneasy as drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead to her neck. Her tight holding on glass railing was like as if it was her last strand of hope. His eyes studied her with unwavering attention.
Putting the box on the floor, he strode towards Xiu Mei. His eyes showed a serious concern at her condition. Holding her by her shoulders, he spoke in a soft voice as if wrapped in a blanket of care, "Mei…. What happens? You were fine when I left. Why are you sweating all of a sudden? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
She didn't give a reply to any of his questions and kept her gaze at the wooden box. Feng Jianyu jolted her little to wake her up. "Mei… Talk to me!" She jerked out from her thoughts and looked at Feng Jianyu blankly.
His hands reached to caress her cheek as if it comes naturally to him. "What happens? You're scaring me"
"I… I'm fine! Don't worry!" she replies with week voice and wiped the perspiration off of her forehead by her palm.
"Are you sure? If you want I can wake up Wang Shi. He is sleeping in the guest room" Xiu Mei shook her head dismissing the idea, "Uh huh!! I'm fine…. It's just too humid here, that's why I'm feeling little uneasy" Feng Jianyu was not convinced by her answer because her villa is centrally air-conditioned, "Are you sure? It seems there's something else that you're trying to hide"
Xiu Mei could feel his intense gaze on her. She became more restless, thinking as if his piercing gaze can read through her mind.
"Nothing", she breaks free herself from his tight grip and averted her eyes from his. Feng Jianyu's brows knitted at her sudden change in behavior. "Let's go!" he pulled her hand and Xiu Mei gave him a puzzled look.
"On the terrace! As you're feeling uneasy, it will be good to blow some fresh air. Right?"
Xiu Mei was convinced by the idea and admitted flatly by nodding her head. But before he could pull her, she slips her hand out of his and walked on her own, without making any scene.
Feng Jianyu didn't answer; he just stared at her departing back. A look of disappointment was clear in his eyes.
On the terrace….
Xiu Mei sits down near the edge of the terrace and rested her head on the railing. Feng Jianyu settled himself opposite her after he puts down the wooden box on the table.
Her eyes flickered involuntarily at the sight of that box and her mouth forms a grimace. She gulped hard to soothe her dry throat but every effort was futile.
Her memories of that wooden box were like a cute fragile doll made but up of sharp glass shards. The more she will cling to it, the deeper it will hurt her. All these years she had shut that memory at the back of her head, but today it reappears in front of her eyes to hurt her again.
Feng Jianyu followed the vision of her eyes to the box. He frowned, 'Is the change in her behavior has something related to the box?' Recalling the past few minutes he realized that indeed she is behaving differently since the time he came out of his room holding the box. 'But… She obviously knows what's inside it. This is not the first time when...…'
"Do you still practice violin before sleeping?", Xiu Mei asks him abruptly, snapping Feng Jianyu out from his thoughts.
"I asked about Violin… Do you still pract…."
"No! I stopped it long back."
"My biggest fan withdrew her support," He smiled self-deprecatingly.
After some time she replied, "Maybe it was you who pushed your fan away" She turned her head to the other side and shuts her eyes. Her breathing was slow and steady, trying to suppress the emotions.
"I'm willing to pay any price to get her back. I regret leaving her alone! And I'm sorry for that" He suddenly confessed with a heavy voice.
As Xiu Mei was facing towards the other direction, she cannot see the seriousness in his eyes… But her composure breaks down by the hoarseness in Feng Jianyu's voice. She knew, he was serious in his apology and means every word of it. But is she willing to walk past her past and embrace the future with him? No!!...
"Sometimes we cannot undo our wrongdoings… And when the time comes to regret our actions, it's already too late…"
"I just need one chance to prove myself…. With my sheer determination, I will try my best to make up for past mistakes and turn our present and future brighter." He stared intensely at her back and waited eagerly for her to look at him once.
"It is impossible to turn our present or future brighter…."
Xiu Mei's thought darkened Feng Jianyu's gaze.
Xiu Mei remembers the time when he used to play the instrument at night before going to sleep. She would eagerly wait for the night to see the magic of his fingers running on the fiddle. Sitting opposite him, his soulful music was like a dream for her....
She got lost in the time seven years back...…
For the last three hours, a girl was skimming through the old streets of the Country Y, looking for an 84-year-old Japanese craftsman named Takeshi Matsuyama. Who is famous for his unparalleled wood carving skills, making him nicknamed golden carver.
His appointments are booked two years in advance, and it's impossible for someone to convince him to work without prior appointment. He is a cranky old man who would not buzz from his position even for the president of the country.