He's My Fiancée ! : I Went Back To The Past and You !

As if someone had slapped her awake, Mrs. Sophia looked at Mr. Cheng with wide eyes. She gritted, the blazing fury seemed to have taken a turn in her heart. "No! I love Andy with all my life! How could I... kill him?" she asked before bursting to tears.

Mr. Cheng knows well that deep down Mrs. Sophia wasn’t the type of person who would abuse someone but the loss of her son had taken her mental state to deteriorate. Seeing Andy must have given her a torn emotion to love Andy like her own son but the hate to Andy’s mother had gone too strong that made her hate even the small similarity Andy shared with his mother.

"But that was what you almost did." Mr. Cheng responded, seeing his wife’s state, he couldn’t bear with the tears he had threatened to fall. He walked closer toward Mrs. Sophia, bending down on his knees he pulled his wife closer and hugged her who was crying. "You could go back to your grandmother’s house in German for a week. I will prepare everything for your trip. You need a few days to calm yourself. For your sake and Andy’s too." he said as he pulled her from his embrace. "Tomorrow, I will be going to meet my friend. He is a very good psychiatrist, I trust that he could help you." to this words, Mrs. Sophia hesitantly nodded her head. She also didn’t want to keep up with her anger venting toward Andy which was why she agreed to the help.

Xiao Yun glanced away when she saw a small figure standing to the door which was opened very slightly. It was little Andy who had overheard his parent’s words. Since when he had been there? Xiao Yun hadn’t noticed it and it goes the same for Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Sophia. She then saw him running and tried to do the same before stopping to realize she seemed to be able to move on her own now.

She dashed toward Andy, trying to see him when the little boy suddenly turned around as if looking at her spot which surprised the life out of her. Andy stared at the wall for a good one minute which made Xiao Yun wondered if he could see him but then suddenly he turned his face away.

His two small hands were placed on his face and quickly Andy tried to wipe his tears as if he was hurried so no one saw he had been crying. He ran quickly toward his room and Xiao Yun followed him. She was worried when the door was closed in front of her but when she tried to touch the door, she felt her hand seeping through the door as if she had turned into a ghost and shuddered at the thought. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She tried to forget the feeling she had now and went through the door to see Andy hugging the Lion plushie close to his body and his pillow to seat on the side of the bed. The tears he wiped were unstoppable, spilling out of his big green eyes. Clutching to the pillow, he buried his face, whispering, "No. Mother is my mom." he continued to sob with his words muffled in his tears.

Xiao Yun reaches out her hand, hoping she could comfort him just by stroking his heads however, when her hand tried to touch his head, it went through which made her frown. She dislike the idea of watching other’s pain without being able to do anything.

When she had heard Mr, Cheng’s words, she recalled that there was a time when Andy had to be stay on her house because his parent left to Germany. That day he did looked sad and talked less but Xiao Yun and Xing Fu had thought his sadness come from his parent’s trip but now she knew what happened. Andy didn’t know the truth of his parents when he was eighteen, he knew it much long before in the age of ten.

Xiao Yun hadn’t sort out the emotion she had when seeing Andy’s memories when suddenly her view turn black. The next second she had opened her eyes, she found herself on a darker place. Her eyes looked around, when she tried to move her body, she realized she could move. Do I finally have control over myself? Xiao Yun questioned but she couldn’t be too sure. The gem’s power was not something she could manage and was fickle accordingly to the memories she was transported to.

Where was she this time? She recalled how she was dunked into the water and shivered. It was a bad memory and she wondered how Andy was still able to pull a smile after how he almost died. Mrs. Sophia hadn’t treated him well but the little him still believe that she was his own mother and the pain was something she couldn’t express.

At that moment she suddenly hear a sound of footsteps which had a dragging sound in it. Turning her face, she found Choi Yeon Jun walking toward her. But it wasn’t her who he was walking to and from the spot she was, she recalled to have seen the same scene before. She tried to remember when it dawned on her it was the continuation of her dream after Choi Yeon Jun had killed the people who was responsible for her death.

Perhaps that time the memory she saw wasn’t complete? She looked at him staggering and frowned. Why again? Her fist clenched. What was Andy trying to tell her here that the memory had to be played twice?

Just like before, Choi Yeon Jun talked to the painting, his face was filled with a mocking expression as he whispered near the hanged portrait, and he then took a turn, striding away from the place. Xiao Yun who expected the memory to end around the same time as before, closed her eyes, preparing to move to the next memory when she noticed she wasn’t yet transferred. Her eyes opened. She looked around her right and saying her eyes immediately when a glare of light faced her. Throwing her face to the opposite side, she rubbed her eyes, walking closer to the shadow and saw a large shadow forming in front of her.

She shifted her gaze from the shadow and behind to the portrait to see how it was a painting of a woman. Her skin was pale in color, golden bright hair adorning her pale face which held and expression of a sick lady. Though she seemed saddened her green eyes that looked far away looked lonely. Seeing the woman with both golden hair and green eyes, she felt she was almost reminded of someone she knew. Andy.

And sure enough when she looked down on the right down corner of the portrait she found a name written down as, "Hernely."