40 His Beginning

Jin Longwen looked on silently at the ball of fabric lying not far away from him. It had now gone quiet. The steady movement of up and down indicated that the person hidden beneath the blanket had gone asleep.

He inched closer to her and stopped just near enough to pull down the cover. Her messy hair was the first thing he witnessed when the woman was revealed.

Her braided hair was entangled in total disarray, yet it had still framed her small face enchantingly. The young woman looked very peaceful lying there asleep on the bed.

This sight of her under the bask of moonlight that had seeped into the room was akin to a sleeping beauty, a slumbering soul that was radiating with the air of pureness.

The innocence that a man such as Jin Longwen would never be capable of.

Perhaps this was why her existence intrigued him in the first place. She had been the opposite of him from the very start.

If he was the darkness that set astray every person who dared to venture, she would be the light that guided them back to where they belonged.

If he was the evilness that everyone wanted to be rid off, she would be the goodness that everyone seek to preserved.

But how could someone be so pure?

That was what he had thought when he first laid his eyes on her at the abandoned factory. He had thought it was impossible and it was just a mask. Sooner or later, her dark side would surface.

But then, he got to know her and in just a couple of hours, he realized she was not born pure.

Her story, her past, the pain that was buried deep beneath her bones was the essence that purified her from any greed.

Unlike the others, just a little would be enough for her. Just a little bit would satisfy her.

That was where the innocence had come from. That was how the pureness was born out of her.

She was the beauty that came after the pain. The rainbow that emerged after the rain.

Jin Longwen smiled tenderly as he observed the vulnerable little woman. He reached out and carefully stroked her soft cheek while setting aside the strands of hair that covered her face every now then.

His movement was as though he was handling a fragile glass. One wrong move and she would shattered to dust, cascading between his fingers, like a broken porcelain that could never be whole again.

Yet, the funny thing was that was how the young woman had been, broken but mended.

Though, that didn't mean she was whole again. Because like they said...

"Once broken, it would never be the same again," he whispered, still gently stroking her.

No matter how much she was patched up, the damage would never disappear. It would always be there, the scar, like a visible crack on the surface of the porcelain.

But still, she fascinated him.

Because for him, she wasn't just a broken doll but, she was the spring that had come after the winter. It would be freezing but nevertheless, impeccably beautiful. All the colors that she could offer and all the beginnings that she could bestow.

Every person that was predestined to meet. Every union that was fated to start. It had all come from Spring, the season they needed to begin.

.....and she was his beginning.

....

Jin Longwen gazed deeply at the young woman for the last time before he leaned in and placed a soft feathery kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, little Fei'er."

He got up from the bed after tucking her back inside the blanket and headed towards his study room. As soon as he entered it, he whipped out his cellphone and dialed a number. The call was immediately connected.

From the other side of the phone, a playful voice was heard. "Brother Jin!"

"Xiang Lei," he indifferently replied.

"I heard you joined today's race and lost?" Mo Xianglei carefully interrogated his brother.

When the answer had come as plain and simple as a "yes", a frantic noise was immediately heard from the other side of the phone.

"Whoa! Who's the chick?!"

"It doesn't matter. I need your help," Jin Longwen cut to the chase.

"Ugh..what's up?"

"There was a GTR in the race."

Then, without any further comment or order coming out of Jin Longwen, Mo Xianglei had already understood.

"I'll get it done," he said. And the phone was hung up afterwards.

Mo Xianglei stared at his phone screen with a pity laced in his eyes. Whoever drove that GTR shouldn't have crashed his brother. Was he stupid? Did no one tell him to stay away from the black Equus Bass?

But unbeknownst to Mo Xianglei, the one who had crashed his brother was not exactly the GTR. It was the white Aston Vanquish who had won today's match.