Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present day
Dayu's POV
I felt like crying. Maybe it's pathetic and I probably shouldn't have felt this way; but I can't help myself.
When I saw the house for the first time after three years, my heart was already not in its normal condition. It got even more emotional for me when Qing drove in and I saw how meticulously the front yard was taken care of.
Everything looked just like how I remembered them to be. When Qing told me, how he hadn't been here as well in three years; but he put people in charge of the house, taking care of it, I hardened my heart so that I wouldn't cry.
There's no use to contradict Qing's words when he told me that, he valued and treasured this house because it's our home; it's filled with our memories together; because I could see that he's talking straight from the heart. He's not sweet talking me; this wasn't him trying to suck up to me. It was his true thoughts; his real feelings. And I couldn't pretend as though I didn't see it and I didn't know about it.
Qing has really change. It's still got me speechless nowadays; even though it had been more than three months since we met again. I'm quiet used to this new side of Qing but, today, it's a little different. His changes and the fact that we are now together in front of the house where we lived for two years; is a bit overwhelming for me.
I began trembling with emotion, when Qing put the key of the house on my palm and ushered me to open the door. When we walked in together; I almost lost it. The emotion was almost too much for me to endure.
And the feel of Qing's arms around me and the impact of his words; they turned my knees to jellies. I love this man; after all. He himself had been telling me over and over again, that he loved me, and I still couldn't bring myself to believe him but at this very moment, standing in this house where everything started between us; I was tempted to believe him. I was tempted to believe that maybe he really loves me as he claimed.
That was my feeling up until I heard him call me, mistress of the house. I gained a little hold of my chaotic emotions then.
I hated it, when he associated me with being in the female 'role'. But, when I looked at him I knew that he actually didn't mean it in the degrading way. And he was quick to tell me that I'm his mistress and also his master.
I was ready to get mad at him; so that I would get over the emotion that flooded me earlier which caused me to almost believe his words of love. Luckily I didn't do something that betray my emotions then. Luckily his words brought me back to my senses.
Three months is too short for me to believe his words. It's not enough. I still need time. And there are still a lot of things that I wanted clarification on before I could believe that he love me.
So, I was more than willing to get mad at Qing, so that I wouldn't do something stupid, and that's why I stepped on his foot with all my might. I took pleasure in seeing him hunching in pain. It's his fault anyway. He's the one who goaded me.
