Chapter 3 Take The First Step

Was the scene of her own death she had just experienced real?

Or was she dreaming?

She pinched her arm hard and yelped at the pain.

"This is not a dream. Thank God for mercy. Ha-ha..." Amanda laughed shakily.

"Felix..." The only name that came to her lips belonged to the one man she wanted to see, and she wanted to see him immediately.

Amanda smiled and felt quite nervous. She rushed out into the rain without even putting on her shoes. She knew where he was.

However, her fear was inevitable. What if he was not there? What if she was lost in a dream? What if she had really lost him?

She had no choice but to plunge through the rain and wrestle with her raw nerves.

The pedestrians on the road were all rushing because of the heavy rain, but many people stopped to stare at Amanda running past. Perhaps they were wondering what made a girl run in the rain-completely oblivious to her surroundings. If she was looking for her lover, she must love him very much.

Entering the visiting room, Amanda was bedraggled and dripping with water, but she was in no mood to dry herself. Sitting by the window of the visiting room, she waited anxiously.

Minutes and seconds ticked along like a century. Her hands tangled together in frustration. It was clear how nervous she was. She was afraid that she was still dreaming, and she had already lost him.

"Crack..."

The sound of the iron door opening echoed. Hearing the sound, Amanda raised her head quickly and saw Felix being escorted inside by the prison guards.

It was him. He was alive! She could see him walking up to her, and his eyes turned to look at her with great tenderness.

Even though he was dressed in the prison uniform, he was still the most handsome man, and she was still obsessed with him.

Her heart began beating wildly as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

Felix hadn't expected that Amanda would come to see him. He was surprised, shocked, and excited when he had heard the news.

His joy was beyond words, and he kept asking himself if she was really there. Had she forgiven him? Would she come back to him?

He came to the visiting room, filled with expectation and raw nerves. From afar, he saw the familiar figure sitting by the window. It was her, the girl who he had taken care of since her childhood; it was really her.

Then he felt both relieved and confused.

However, when he noticed her dripping clothes and tangled hair, he couldn't help frowning. Most upsettingly, his Mandy had lost some weight.

He walked to the window in front of her and sat down with a gentle smile on his face-as warm as ever. "Mandy, are you all right? Did you eat on time? Is school tiring you out? Why didn't you take an umbrella? Please be careful not to catch a cold. You are a girl and shouldn't get wet in the rain, okay? You seem thinner than before. Is it because you are under too much pressure to learn? Take better care of yourself, okay? Don't make yourself so unhappy. If you don't like to learn, it doesn't matter. You'll still have me."

As usual, Felix cared most for her. He wanted to stroke her head and feel the tenderness of her soft hair sliding between his fingers. This had been his favorite thing to do before. He knew of nothing softer than this, because it symbolized her trust and support for him.

But in raising his hand, he discovered that there was not only a window, but also a heart dividing them.

He could only slowly lower his hand, trying to touch her hand through the window, hoping he could feel her warmth.

However, when he still reached out to her, she became like a frightened deer with wet and wide open eyes as she trembled with fear. Her body reacted, and she sprang back in panic. Her anxious action tipped the chair over to the ground, and it fell with a loud "bang."

In the empty visiting room, that voice was so loud that it seemed to cut through their defenses, freezing the two of them simultaneously.

Felix's heart felt like it was being scratched by a rusty knife. It inflicted no serious pains, nor did it show any mercy to let him go, and it merely tortured him like that.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm sorry, Mandy. I didn't mean to touch you. Don't be afraid. I won't touch you. I won't touch you again. Don't be afraid."

Amanda witnessed everything clearly in his eyes. She felt guilty for hurting him again. She wanted to promise him that she was not afraid, that she had just been too excited and nervous.

When he spoke, she felt the warmth of his words. When her hand touched the window, she could feel his warmth, which was so real.

He was really alive; she hadn't lost him. How could she not be excited after experiencing a death vision!

Hence, she was too excited to speak.

She needed to calm down. Yes, she needed to calm down...

Therefore, she wheeled around and ran out...

Felix sank down feebly, drowning in helplessness and heartache. She still had not forgiven him. She still feared him and hated him...

When would his Mandy return to his arms?

"Bang..."

Turning, Felix vented his anger on the chair, breaking it into pieces at his feet. The prison guards trembled and jumped back, waiting for his anger to simmer down. They just hoped that he would not turn it on them.

Amanda dashed from the prison and ran into the rain again...

Rain was summer's gift, and it could wash her heart clear. Only in this way could she calm down.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The horn of the car hooted hurriedly. Amanda had no chance to look back, and she fell to the shrill sound of brakes slamming on. At that moment, she was still wondering how she could be so unlucky as to have him only to leave him again.

The emergency hazard lights of the car flashed in front of Amanda. The people holding umbrellas stood still to watch and were talking about something. Amanda could hear nothing except the sound of her own heartbeat.

The constant thudding told her that she was still alive, and that God had not been so cruel to her. She smiled silently...

"Hey, are you okay? Are you too scared to speak? Or will only money wake you up now, huh?" A playful voice brought her back to reality.

She looked up at the man who had spoken to her with contempt. He had almost run her over, but he didn't apologize at all and was still so bossy.

It was easy to tell that he was from a rich family. Amanda didn't have favorable impressions of such people. It was not that she hated the rich, but that they were all arrogant and always looked down upon others in her experience.

It seemed that he had assumed she was a swindler. Amanda was speechless.

But looking down, she realized she was a mess, and she didn't even have shoes. It was really easy for people to get the wrong impression.

Amanda didn't feel like arguing with him. After all, she didn't get hurt.

She rolled her eyes at the arrogant man, stood up, and disappeared into the rain.

Stunned by her dismissive stare, Louie Cheng rubbed his chin and stared after Amanda thoughtfully.

He was just despised by her, wasn't he? As the son of the Cheng Family, he had actually been despised by a beggar. It was interesting. He flicked the rain drops from his clothes, sat in the driver's seat, and took off.

Amanda ran back to her shabby room, holding her breath. Her body's fatigue calmed her down. She felt lucky that everything she needed was still within her reach. She was grateful that he was still waiting for her, but she needed a little more time to adjust her mind. Once she resolved herself, she would have a vigorous love with him. In this life, she would only belong to him, and he would only belong to her.

After resting for a while, Amanda felt a dull pain in her head, a burning pain. It was in the exact spot where she had shot herself in her previous life. She took out a mirror and examined her reflection in it. She found that there was a faint pattern, very shallow, but very delicate on her forehead. "Is it the mark God left when I regained my life?"

Amanda laughed at herself. Today's joy and sorrow left her exhausted. She merely took off her wet clothes and fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.

She slept the whole night deeply as many things poured into her mind and then disappeared. The dream repeated endlessly in her mind. She was very tired and wanted to wake up, but she couldn't. When she thought she would be trapped in the dream forever, the phone rang at her bedside, waking her up to a great tiredness.

Exhausted, she opened her eyes and answered the phone.

"Hello?" she spoke sullenly.

Amanda hadn't looked at the caller ID and didn't know who was calling. Although the caller had disturbed her sleep, their merit was to have woken her up from her bad dream. She didn't feel angry as she got up.

"Mandy, are you still sleeping? Let me tell you-the manager is coming soon. If you don't want a salary this summer vacation, you can continue to sleep. By the way, I remind you that you only have twenty minutes to get here." Amanda recognized the voice on the phone. It was her high school classmate, who was her only friend, Zaria Li.

She and Zaria Li worked part-time in a coffee shop for the summer vacation. In order to survive, Amanda had to earn money as soon as possible. She studied hard and won a scholarship to go to college, but she didn't have enough money to cover her living expenses, so she spent her vacation working there to afford her living expenses.

Zaria Li, on the other hand, came from a rich family and had good grades. She was admitted to the same university as Amanda, and she just took this part-time job to keep her friend company.

Hearing her friend's reminder, the dazed Amanda suddenly came to her senses. She almost forgot her current predicament. An orphan completely abandoned, without parents, relatives, or friends, she relied on scholarships to study and worked to support herself. As soon as she heard that she was about to be late, the salary she had worked hard to earn for a summer vacation was about to be deducted, and she could no longer dally.

"Zaria, just wait a while. I'll be there soon." After hanging up the phone, she got up and randomly picked up an old dress to don. She only had a few clothing items, so she didn't have many choices, which saved a lot of time in dressing. She grabbed her hair, pinned it up, washed her face, and brushed her teeth at the tap, and she then rushed out of the room, carrying her only small bag.

Normally, it only took her half an hour to reach work from home. But today she'd gotten up late and there were less than ten minutes left. She had to be quick and rush to her destination.

As soon as she entered the shop, she saw the manager coming in. She shrank her head and ran into the dressing room quickly. Patting her chest to calm her heart, she was almost caught for being late!