Yan Meilin sat quietly beneath the cherry blossom tree, hugging her knees as she stared up at the pale moon. The cool breeze brushed against her cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the coldness creeping into her heart.
"Why doesn't he remember me…?" she whispered softly into the night, her voice barely carried by the wind.
She had imagined this reunion countless times. A thousand different ways he might recognize her. A smile. A pause. A flicker in his eyes. But none of that had happened. He had looked at her like she was a stranger. Just another guest in the crowd.
Yan Meilin let out a shaky breath, her eyes still fixed on the moon above. The silence of the garden offered little comfort. Just then, she heard a rustle behind her.
She stiffened. Someone was here....
Her heart jumped in surprise, and she quickly stood up. Careful not to make a sound, she hid behind the wide trunk of the cherry blossom tree, peeking out from behind the branches. Her eyes widened in shock.
