My heart was on the verge of falling, my eyes full of tears, my mind was the full baggage of confusions , my soul feeling hollowed all the while. Am I dying?  Is this what a person feels when they die? They say that when you are dying the most beautiful moments of your life flash in front of you. I wonder if I should call these as good memories or bad one, as tears are rolling down my eyes and all that I can feel is pain.

Xiao Zhan's P.O.V.

 Can't believe that my Yiyi is staying at my place today. It's been ten years since we spend a night together, how much I've missed those days, how much I miss Wang dodo, how much I miss Meili mimo, how much I miss you ... Yiyi, don't worry I'm coming.

I quickly took my shower and without wasting any time went to my room as Yibo has been waiting for me. I opened the door and the picture wasn't at all expected.

Yibo was crying holding a scarf in his hand and. . . 

The door of my  mother's room was opened.

"Zhan. . . how did you... what is this? What do you have the same scarf as mine, and as long ... as I can remember it was handwoven then why... and and that room... ugh." before he could finish the words, he fell on the ground, mumbling. I quickly went to him and catch him in my arms and as soon as my hands touched his skin he flinched like an infant.

The sight was terrible, his cheeks were puffed, eyes were red and his nose bleeding, I need to calm him down before he could get another shock.

"This touch, I - I - I- was trying - to find an answer of what happened to this touch-" struggling to gasp for words he said, "it was you, all along  it was you, none other than you then why didn't you tell me... why did you let me suffer? why did you do that? why? ugh"

""Chengsu, call the royal doctor as soon as possible. and bring me towel Simei." I yelled and hopefully they were aware and got to work quickly. 

I caressed Yibo's cheeks and whispered, "You're bleeding Yiyi, let me call doctor first." I didn't know what to do, seeing the love of my life in such distress I feel like the most worthless person in the world. At this moment, I would do anything just to relieve his pain, to get him out of this ordeal. His face was blurred as my own tears didn't listen to anyone.

"Ah, how I wished to hear that name, Yiyi... the sound that has been ringing ever since I forgot everything... but this word, and this touch... I could never forget in this life and after" his trembling palm cupped my face as he whispered, sobbing- "My Zhan, my sansan." he smiled and fainted on my arms.

and I feel my whole world turned dark.

Today is the brightest day of their life, because it's the day the four of them got married. Despite the fact that Xiao Lin belonged to the royal family, she had always been the free bird. By her clothes no one can tell she was from royal but from her personality and vigour in her soul anyone could tell she wasn't a normal commoner. Always a first row student, but the second one, as the first position of the class was always preoccupied by Wang Han. And they were the best friends.

Zhao Meili was the best runner of all time and so as Feng Jiao.  They are the best sports persons in the whole institution As expected from their talents, they have  shared the first podium all the time. 

"lilies...  his favorite." Feng Jiao said as he decorated the flowers.

"Where are the girls?" Wang Han said  as he was busy preparing the dinner for the night party. Just the four of them. Oh no, six of them.

Bobo and Zhanzhan was playing together and eating the cake pieces that Jiao gave. It was Yibo who caught cold and now having a runny nose. Well, no need to say that Zhan got it from him as well. It was not exceptional as they are always together. ALWAYS.

Feng Jiao came two the kids and gave each of them two strands of lilies and roses. The little 8 year oldies was adoring the beauty of the bouquets.

"Give it  to your mommies and mimos okay? they will love it today."

"What is the occasion papa?" Xiao Zhan said in between sniffling and Yibo nodded.

"Today is the day both your mama and papa and mimo and dodo got married sweetheart."

"What is marriage Feng dodo?" Yibo asked while rubbing cute the bow in his collar.

"Now thank goodness, you asked me this question, if it was Xiao lin she would have explained a lot of stuffs from patriarchy and blah blah... haha that is so her but let me tell you sweetheart, marriage is like a red string of fate where you connect with a person and entangled with them for ever. and ..."

"And then you sing, dance, eat and enjoy." Wang Han said from behind.

"wow," both the kids said.

"Tada!" 

Meili was wearing a crimson red dress with silver ballet flats on her feet. A golden feather like hairpin clipped her brown hairs forbidding them to fall on her shoulders. The tiny heart shaped pendent was glittering in the evening lights, but wasn't brighter than the smile that she put on. Xiao Lin was  wearing a silvery blue dress with  red pumps. Her waist length hair weren't tied down just like her free soul. Her eyes were shinning brighter than the fire in the fireplace. 

 Little Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo was admiring the beauty of their mothers. They saw how Feng Jiao went to Xiao Lin and kissed on the lips with all the admiration the world could afford at that time, so did Wang Han and Meili. Then all of them hugged each other, stood side by side and danced like teenagers, the wedding rings in their fingers were glamorous than the candles that enlightened the whole room.

Yibo's mouth was agape, busy admiring the beauty . . . the beauty of their happiness. That was when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, and then two tiny palms placed at his. . . it was Zhan, his sansan.

"Yiyi, when we will be big like them, we will maiiy ( marry) each other okay? Then we too be able to dance and sing like them. We will be the happiest in this wald (world) , come on give me your hand, say pinky pomise (promise) ?" Zhan said sniffling his runny nose.

Yibo didn't know what to answer. Because he was too tiny to understand the  meaning of marriage. He was naive enough to know what it is to love... that  one can agree to be with them for ever, confined in their heart. He didn't know what happiness is. But there was one thing he knew for sure. He knew what happiness looked like. A face with toothy smile, bright eyes, chubby cheeks and who holds  his hand, who takes care of his wounds before his owns, he knows the magic to keep Yibo happy.

To Yibo, the happiness had a name. And the name was . . .

 "Zhan!" 

  Yibo gasped from his unconsciousness state with a jerk. He had no longer any problem  with  remembering the images from his dreams. .  . haunting yet longing.  He knew who they were, whom he saw, who touched him. That touch was the key...

"How are you now? Are you okay? why why? I'm so sorry..." Zhan broke out sobbing endlessly holding Yibo's arms tightly. Yibo tiredly carressed the younger one's hand while leaning on the pillow.

"I'm okay and now stop crying okay? Do you know how much I missed this touch? How much I've searched for this touch of yours? why did you come so late Sansan?"

"Promise me... promise me... you will never ever scare me like that again? promise me... please." Zhan said with teary  red swollen eyes.

Yibo smiled. Somehow he leaned towards him and placed a kiss on his forehead. A kiss with so much adoration, assurance, comfort and love, the world could afford at that moment.

"Promise."

" Promise me Yiyi... that we too will get maiied ( married) one day, we too will be happy like them."

Yibo flashed a smile and hugged Zhan. And then separating from the hug, they locked their pinky fingers and Yibo said,

"Pomise."