Mark of the destiny

"I do, the symptoms you have mentioned are very common to me. Earlier they were not this frequently, but over years they have increased." Zeng Said, his voice getting lower suddenly, "And truth to be told..... sometimes I'm so depressed that I don't feel like living anymore."

"Ge," a panicked cry forced itself up her throat, and she grabbed Zeng protectively. A drop run down her cheeks, "You won't. Promise me you won't." she demanded.

As if her small gesture lifted his age-old worries, Zeng's lips alight on her forehead to soothe her anxiety. "Whenever I feel like giving up, I reminded myself of you, mom, and dad. Believe me, I'd never do that."

"Thanks,"