Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 428 Thinking Of You Day And Night (Part Two)

Unmindful of her condition, Molly ran all the way to the subway station where a giant billboard stood. She stopped in front of it and looked up to see what it advertised. Her slight figure was in complete contrast to the huge billboard in front of her. Molly stared at it blankly, then with confusion. For some reason, the image was familiar to her, but couldn't understand why she felt the need to run all the way there to look at it closely.

On the billboard was a spectacular building with the words 'QY Island' and 'Grand Night Casino' underneath the structure. Staring at it, she became more confused. Molly tilted her head slightly and wondered why she had a strong urge to run towards it after seeing the billboard from the taxi. But nothing came to mind. She continued staring at the billboard and kept mumbling, "Grand Night Casino." She repeated "Grand Night Casino" over and over again.

With head lowered and eyes to the ground, Molly repeated the three words several times. The name sounded very familiar to her, but she couldn't remember how she knew it. Why was it familiar sounding? Why? Her head began to pound from all the thinking she was doing.

Suddenly, a man walked up and crashed hard into Molly. Then he quickly fled without so much as a sorry. Molly was startled and staggered a bit, but before she could react, he was gone. She dismissed what happened, thinking it was only an accident. Looking up at the large signboard again, she focused on the name, still trying to remember.

The man who nearly knocked Molly down quickly hid nearby where she couldn't see him. He looked around and saw that no one noticed what just happened to the girl. The corners of his lips turned up into an evil and satisfied smile. He looked down at the things in his hand and quickly walked to the subway station to disappear for real this time.

After several minutes of staring at the billboard, Molly said the words 'Grand Night Casino' again, and this time she felt the blood drain from her face. Her beautiful face turned deathly pale. She bit down hard on her lower lip, and the hands clutching her belly tightened. Molly struggled for a bit until she could no longer hold back her emotions. She finally broke into tears that flowed down her cheeks, as everything came rushing back to her.

She remembered it all, including how badly it hurt.

Her knees wobbled, so she had to bend a little to prevent herself from falling. Her chest was so painful it became so hard to breathe, and Molly felt as if a knife was ripping through her heart. She was almost choking, and could hardly see anything through the tears that refused to stop falling.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks and plopped down the snowy ground. They were streaming like a river, slowly melting the thin layer of snow at her feet. She slowly crouched down and held on tightly to bent knees. Burying her face in that small space between arms and knees, she shut her eyes tight, wanting the tears to stop falling as she thought of Brian. To her disappointment, the more she ordered herself not to cry, the faster the tears gushed out.

People walked briskly and crowded the streets surrounding the area where Molly stood. Almost everyone who passed by Molly glanced at her curiously before turning away to continue walking and disappear in the subway station. They didn't know what happened to the sad girl and they didn't care. After all, it was New Year's Eve, and everyone was busy.

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Meanwhile, in A City...

A thin layer of snow lay on Brian's shoulders, an indication he had been standing in the yard of the villa for a very long time. The temperature was as cold as his eyes. He had not moved, just stared at nothingness with cold eyes and was lost in deep thought. His mind flew back to the night he was building a snowman with a little woman, whose eyes had turned a bit red because of the cold weather. Molly was glaring at him and demanding that he come down and build the snowman with her instead of just watching.

The corners of his lips lifted into a slight smile as he remembered how happy they had been at that moment. The smile left a bitter taste in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, hoping to see a clear image of the small figure he imagined was in front of him. There was a quick flash of pain and resentment in his dark eyes, that instantly disappeared. He felt his mouth move as he mumbled to himself, "Why? Why did you leave me, Mol?" Grieving, he moaned, "You promised. You promised to wait for me!" he said in despair. The falling snow muffled his heartwrenching plea. His voice held traces of gloom and fury. The voice almost didn't sound human, but one made by some dark creature from hell. He still didn't understand why Molly chose to leave. And to be honest, he hated her a little for doing that.

The sound of fireworks from far away brought Brian out of his trance.

Slowly, Brian raised his head and watched as the fireworks lit the sky. It was a breathtaking sight. The colorful sparks gradually faded until they disappeared into the night sky. He could not help but wish that he was enjoying this scene with Molly. His heart kept calling out, 'Mol, Mol...'

Somehow, it seemed to Brian that their love was much like the fireworks he had just seen. It burned so brightly in the beginning, but towards the end, it disappeared as quickly as it came. It went by so fast Brian couldn't even grab it. Now, there were only their memories together left that was shining in his head. No matter what he told himself, Brian couldn't just let go of this love.

Brian was consumed by his thoughts. 'Molly, you are the only one I think about day and night. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face smiling sweetly at me. Do you have any idea what I went through those days fighting with the State Parliament? Do you? If you do, then why did you leave me?

Ha! I'm such a fool!'

They were painful thoughts, as Brian continued watching the beautiful fireworks lighting the sky. The smile on his face was bitter and self-deprecating. He had made such a fool of himself. Brian thought he had everything under control, and all would be fine. But apparently, he had overestimated himself. Now all he had was injured pride and nothing else.

"Tony!"

Dispassionately, he called his driver. Tony quickly walked to his side after hearing his name. "Yes, Mr. Brian Long."