Everyone says, Dione is a happy child. She loves her friends and loved ones. Her orphanage matron took care of her with deep affection. She was like an aunt to Dione. The little members of the orphanage loved to play with her too.

But was Dione happy enough to enjoy her life? No she wasn't. Dione stood on the balcony of her small flat. It was past 12 in the midnight. There was no other light in her flat other than the dim table lamp and moon light. Her laptop left open in the desk. Her hazel eyes shone under the moonlight. Sweet orange freckles spread across her face like little constellations in the night sky. Soft cold breeze blew stroking her short fluffy black hair. She sighed and pulled out a cigrette. She rarely smoked, whenever she felt like it.

Puffing out the smoke, she looked back into her life. She was always bullied for not having parents. She had no company other than her matron auntie and little siblings. Even as a child she was lonely. She is an introverted person, she's very sensitive too. She was sensitive to people and their emotions. She could always feel the littlest change around her. This overwhelmed her. So she stayed away from people and crowds. Hence she was never adopted by any. They wanted a happy, enthusiastic child and not someone like her.

Even if she never showed it, she wanted a family too. Someone whom she could relay on. Someone who could teach her, someone who could love her and make her feel safe and secure. She wanted a family. A mama, a papa and maybe even little siblings. She sometimes wished she reincarnated into another world in the transmigration stories like Wmmap, Svsss or something.

Hours passed, it was almost 3 in the morning. Dione was sitting in her bed reading SVSSS again. She loved the novel a lot. Her favourite was Shen Jiu, the original goods. She loved him because of his character, a perfect example of someone who can't get out of the cycle of abuse and pass that poison to someone else. And that someone happened to be Original Luo Binghe. She felt pity for both. They both never deserved any of the trauma they had. Both are a**holes and walking red flag, but she sympathised them. Or maybe even empathised towards them.

Her eyes felt heavy. She was feeling sleepy. She turned off her laptop and switched off the table lamp. She softly drifted into the dreamland wishing for a family. In the night sky, a small shooting stars passed by. . .

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The next day when she woke up, Dione felt different. She was not able to control her limp. When she opened her eyes, the world around her seem blurry and colourless. She tried to move but she couldn't. She felt the urge to cry and she did. She tried not to but she couldn't stop herself from crying. Suddenly out of nowhere, a pair of warm hard softly circled around her. The sense of warmth was undeniably new to her. There was a voice, saying something to her. She couldn't understand what the other was saying. It sounded like Chinese. . .

“My darling A-Ling, XiaoLing, mama's precious jade. . . I love you so much. . . In so sorry my dear I'm so sorry. . .”

The woman's words were soft and lulling. It made her feel warm. The other hugged her and sobbed saying something she didn't understand. She cuddled close to her. She didn't wanted the woman to be sad. So she cuddled next to her. Little did she knew that woman is her mother and that it'd be the last time she'd be hugged like that.

Dione felt the woman's heartbeat decreasing. Dione couldn't help but panick. Her breathing slowed in an alarming rate. Dione tried to call fir help but all that came out was incoherent sounds. Dione couldn't help but feel heavy in her heard. The woman’s breathing eventually stopped. Dione felt her eyes burning. Her vision blurred. A small sob left her mouth. Thick fat tears escaped her eyes. She wailed and wailed. She didn't knew why she was feeling this way. But she cried out loud. But no-one was there to listen to her cries. For goodness sake someone was dying!! Help them please!!! S̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶.̶ ̶S̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶D̶i̶o̶n̶e̶.̶

The woman was clearly dead. Her heartbeats no longer be heard. The baby was crying in her arms, pleading for help. Dione felt the coldness as the soul left the woman's body. I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶d̶.̶ ̶D̶i̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶d̶.̶ ̶S̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶

She cried and cried pleading for the the other to be back. She was the only source of warmth for her. P̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ D̶i̶o̶n̶e̶

Dione was tired. She wanted to rest. But it was so cold. She was sleeping next to a dead person.

As of someone had heard her prayer, the sense of warmth returned. But it felt different from that if the woman next to her. The touch was gentle, unfamiliar. It was too gentle as if she was something too fragile. The strong scent of bamboo and ink hit her. It was calming. She couldn't see the face of the person. They had long silky black hair and was wearing a hanfu. That's all she could understand. The person also seem to be glowing somewhat. As if they're surrounded by their aura. Her sobs died down and she was no longer crying. She left out some small hiccups.

“You’re so small and fragile, little beast. Why are you so weak?”

The voice was masculine and cold, there was no hint of hostility in it. They seems to be studying her but she didn't care. The warmth was there. She wanted it. She leaned close. She subconsciously cooed and giggled. The hand froze and moved away from her. She feared it'd be taken away. Her eyes teared up slightly. The warmth immediately returned and she stopped crying.

“Such a sly creature. . . ”

Slowly Dione fell asleep covered in the warmth. The soft fragment of ink and bamboos made her fall asleep easily. She slowly drifted into her sleep, dreaming about a woman with silver hair and jade green eyes smiling at her and hugging her. Dione felt so content for the first time in years. . .