"I am terribly sorry, Miss. Are you alright?" The waiter's face went all white in panic as he spoke.
Afraid of what might happen to him and how the lady would react, he hurried forward towards Becky
and held her arms as he pled.
"I am so sorry," the waiter repeated his words mechanically. M-Blue Restaurant was famous for being a
high-end, extravagant dining place. Most of the guests who came often to visit and dine were people
with strong economic bases or of powerful social positions. Workers in this restaurant, who were mostly
commoners, couldn't afford to offend any guests, not to mention a mere young waiter like him. It would
not be surprising if he lost his job because of a simple mistake.
Despite his sincere apologies and intention to help, he ended up doing something that might cause the
end of his career. As he rushed to grab Becky's arms, he accidentally touched her fresh wound caused
by a glass fragment. The vibrating pain went over her veins as his strength groped her wound. Becky
screamed from the excruciating pain. Her face was white and pale as a piece of paper. Her brows
knitted intensely toward the middle of her eyes, and her mind was full of panic and terror. Her arms
spread out, fumbling helplessly in the darkness of her world, struggling to grasp something that could
comfort her or save her out of her ultimate fear. Then her mind was filled with the person she loved and
valued the most. "Brian, Brian," she cried, sorrowfully and helplessly.
However, Brian was nowhere to be seen. After seeing Molly running away from the restaurant with
tears swirling in her eyes, he immediately chased after her. He had no idea what happened at the
restaurant, but he was certain that something hurtful and heartbreaking must've happened to her which
made her so tensed to be storming out. His brows knitted, anxious to appease her.
Molly ran along the street with tears falling down her checks. Her mind became empty and was
dissolved in complete darkness. She had nowhere in mind where to go, she just kept running and
turning right in every crossroad she encountered, mindlessly not knowing where she was going and
why she was running away. Completely unaware of Brian chasing after her, she continued to run in
panic.
Following her pace, his eyes were steady and fixed on her every move, in fear that he might lose sight
of her delicate, petite figure among the crowd. The heat was striking in the middle of the day and the
street was filled with people and vehicles in the central area of A City, where M-Blue Restaurant was
located, so he could barely fix his sight on her.
Molly ran faster and faster, shuttling among the thick flow of the crowd. Her mind ceased to navigate
her physical motion. She felt no pain despite running for a long time and bumping into people.
Molly couldn't think straight. Her mind was simply blank from fear and pain, it was torture for her. She
felt like going mad if this torture continued. "Molly, stop!" Brian exclaimed in a high, heavy voice as he
passed through crowds of people.
Pretending not to hear, Molly neither turned around nor slowed down her pace. She went on, running
mindlessly along the street with tears flickering in her eyes. People were starting to look at her with
confused eyes. Some couples were even startled by her perplexing sight.
Seeing how Molly had no intention of slowing down, Brian knitted his brows in anger. His face went
gloomy and tensed, wondering what she had been through back there. He simply doesn't want this to
go any further. He needed to catch up as soon as possible. He hastened his pace, creating swift and
brisk movements with his long and slender legs rushing towards her. He was like an unnatural shadow
fleeting around people, so quick that nobody realized he slipped past them.
Before Molly could take another turn, Brian caught up and dragged her from her arm. Without taking
any notice of who it was, Molly struggled to draw back and get away from his strength. In her mind, it
was best to keep away from anyone at this stage, regardless of whoever it might be. She struggled to
let her arm free, but his strength was too much for her to handle.
"Let go of me. Leave me alone!" she exclaimed desperately. "Let me go! Let me go!" Molly cried
hysterically. She shrieked helplessly as she gathered her strength to be freed from his strong and firm
clutch.
Brian did not let go, watching Molly for some time, with his amazed, wondering eyes. He had never
seen her like this before, not as far as he could remember. How much of a pain or terror would drive
her so frantic and agitated? His heart began to entangle in deep sorrow.
"Let me go!" her mind repeatedly echoed out the words as she struggled to break free, despite having
no more strength to resist. Although her eyes were swelled and sore from the constant cry in the last
several days, and her body ached from the long run and struggle, she was completely unaware, not in
the least. All she could ever think of was to run away.
Darkness mounted on Brian's sculptural and distinct face, his eyes flickered steadily with
determination. He should never lose sight of her. A sudden and strong feeling dawned on to him, as if
he would lose her forever as soon as he released her. So, his hands clutched even tighter in fear.
People were starting to gather around them, looking at them with confused but entertained eyes. In
their eyes, the man was tall and handsome; the girl was delicate and beautiful, especially with tears
flickering in her large and brilliant eyes, which made her look pitiful and fragile. Young people could not
help but fabricate their own stories about what was going on between them.
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