NOVEL NEXT Chapter 335: Past Contact-I
Xiao Yun was stunned on her spot, her body froze as her mind tried to wrap everything she saw. But it was impossible for her to keep calm with the twist and turn of the truths she thought she had seen. She didn't hear it wrong, Choi Yeon Jun called the woman in the portrait who was none other than Mrs. Hernely as mother. Would that mean Andy and Choi Yeon Jun are brothers?
She couldn't feel anything now other than cold. To let her emotions on check was hard and she was at loss on her own emotion. With the way the gem power had brought her away made her confused and part of her heart was tired. She didn't know why but each time she saw memories her energy felt drained as if she had lacked of sleep for days. She needed time to think through but the gem power had turned her sight pitch black.
When she opened her eyes, a group of white flowers stacked one over another to cover an entire table greeted across her eyes. White chrysanthemum flower, thought Xiao Yun when she saw the flowers. It was a flower she recognized well as on her parent's funeral she had to place the flower on their casket. Looking at the flower gave her a sorrowful feeling but she couldn't dwell long on the flower.
When she was about to turn her face, she heard a very familiar voice speaking behind her. "Thank you but the master is taking a rest, Mr. Andy. He is just not in the state where anyone should intervene." She turned her face behind to find Jang Hyun to be the one who had spoke.
"I know but to not come to Xiao Yun's funeral. That guy, he is too-" Andy sighed, his voice broke down when he covered his face.
It was her funeral, Xiao Yun thought to herself to find a picture of her face hanged wide in a black picture frame in the middle of the room and shifted her gaze to see Jang Hyun offering a small smile to Andy, "Please don't misunderstand master, Mr. Andy." receiving Andy's attention, he then continued, "Every night, the master comes here. He just want to have his own time with the lady. That was also why the funeral was kept for three days. I will still have to help the master for today, thank you very much for coming." when the secretary had said the words, Andy staggered back, his nails dug to his palm and he turned to look toward the picture of Xiao Yun.
"Why do you have to die now?" he asked with his hand stopping at the white flowers. "There are still people who care for you and yet you have to..." he didn't fill his last words, letting the silence and solitude evaporating to the air.
By the time Andy left the funeral room, the place was dark. He looked across the halls to find Yu Xing Fu whose face was pale and decided not to ask. Instead, he sat beside him saying nothing in the silence before he took out a box of cigarettes, "Want one?"
Yu Xing Fu glanced to the side and gave a silent nod to take the cigarette he offered. Puffing the smoke, he let out a cough as he wasn't used to smoking and Andy who noticed that didn't comment. He had an expression that doesn't know what to say as in the sensitive air even a word he said felt as if it could ruin everything like a domino pieces to a fragile glass.
"I heard you were there by her side." it was Yu Xing Fu who spoke. "I didn't know about anything..." he left his last words to himself and made a smile that made Xiao Yun to knit her brows and let the tears she had glazed her eyes.
"I was there." Andy confirmed, the cigarette he placed between his fingers let the smoke blows in the air.
"What should I do now?" he heard Yu Xing Fu asked and turned to hear him adding more, "My parents died and now my little sister. I'm at loss to what I should do."
Andy inhaled a mouthful breath, replying sheepishly, "Take a rest, try to find a new job, and perhaps find a new family to move on." he spoke knowing how Yu Xing Fu's shoulder shook and touched his shoulder. "I have seen her nothing less than my own little sister. I know you must be going through a hard time and so am I. But we can't continue in living upon her shadows." but even he felt hard to forget Xiao Yun's death. Seeing her die where he can't do anything, he useless and the feeling didn't change until now.
Yu Xing Fu shut tight his eyes, asking, "Did she... Was she alright?"
A drop of silence filled the room. It was night at the time and the funeral house were filled with less people to create a solicitude to the two men who felt as if they had lost their little sister.
"She was." Andy whispered the words, lifting his chin up to stop the tears that thread to spill out and heard the sobbing Yu Xing Fu cried out. This was a memory and Xiao Yun couldn't do anything but seeing them, she can't help but to take a step forward wanting to lend them a hug as they seemed to be freezing in cold. However, her hand couldn't touch them or comfort and her voice couldn't say to them the words she wanted to say.
This was what happened after her death, what she didn't know. The pain of the people she left after death wasn't something she had expected to see in the dream.
Andy came home after dropping Yu Xing Fu back to his own home. Xiao Yun knew he was being considerate toward Xing Fu as he was now in the situation where his mind was in chaos and felt grateful for what he did. The memory didn't let her to go anywhere and continued to stick close to Andy. Suddenly Andy took a phone call. At first Xiao Yun wasn't able to hear the conversation but soon she heard him uttering, "Mr. Choi wants to talk with me?"