THE PRESIDENT'S LOVE

"I know this will be hard for you, but can you say what happened to trigger you this much little princess?" Wang Qiang asked carefully while seizing her emotions.

Liu Lian looked down without saying anything. Then she stared at the view out of the window. She didn't utter a word. Whole room engulfed with silence. Any one didn't make a sound. They all waited patiently until Liu Lian spoke.

Liu Lian's emotions changed one after another. First it was surprise then pain, loneliness, anger, hatred. Then lastly and again pain. Her pained emotion didn't faint away.

Their heart sank at her pained look.

After being silent for nearly 15 minutes she started to speak.

"Yesterday I went take stroll in the riverbank area." Then she stopped. She doesn't know how to continue. Liu Lian felt suffocated. Again, she fell into a silence. After few minutes she found her voice back.

"He is here." Finally, she managed to say.

Even though she didn't explain clearly they all understood at once who is him.

Then as she found courage to speak, she brought out what happened.

"He is here. He was there clad in gray suit. He seems living well."

Then she looked at Wang Qiang.

"Qiang gege you always say when a person do wrong things they have to pay back. You also said that god will punish them, don't you?"

Wang Qiang silently agreed by nodding his head.

"Then why he never pays back? Why he never suffering? Why I'm the only one who suffering? Did I do something wrong?"

Liu Liang's face was clearly saying that she was psychologically suffering.

Wang Qiang hugged her. Then Jiang Hong, Mu Gong, Hu Tian also came to her and hugged her.

They all hugged her together like a cuddle.

"You did nothing wrong baby girl." Mu gong was the one who talked first.

"Yeah. How could you be in the wrong?" Then hu Tian.

"God will punish them accordingly. Don't worry." Jiang Hong spoke trying to coax her.

Wang Qiang didn't talk. He stroked her long hair while tenderly looking at her.

The room was again fell into a stiff silent. It was like a funeral. All looked grieved. They were immersed in their own worlds. But everyone was thinking about the same thing.