THE MAFIA!
The Chapter 299

Staring very seriously at Jia, Xiaoli was puzzled by Jia's answer which seemed indirect to her core. And it makes Xiaoli even more restless, but still trying to calm down, even though the heart has been beating so fast that it wants to jump far away from his body.

"We won't communicate." Jia replied later. "You will only be facilitated by an internet network that is only connected to mainland Japan. We won't be able to communicate until you get back here..."

Shake slowly, "What do you mean, Jia?" asked Xiaoli softly. His face shriveled in disbelief at what the lover described.

"Hmmm... You also will not be able to contact your family in the village." continued the girl. "I'm sure your parents now know, if you will be sent to Japan in the near future." explained Jia with teary eyes.

"Wouldn't three years feel like a long time, Xiaoli?" jia asked with tears that returned to slide without being prevented again. Imagine all the possibilities that could have happened between those times.

Smiling, "Daddy's decision will never be changed... Whatever way..."

Unable to answer, Xiaoli shifted her gaze. From staring at the beautiful face of the lover, turn to staring at the field below. Alternately staring at the pain in two people who are working to clean the ball field.

"This one loves you, Jia.." - The bodyguard.

And what was muttered the bodyguard again provoked the cry of the girl. Jia was sobbed with tears that kept falling.

The head moved slowly, and landed on Xiaoli's shoulder which was still staring bitterly at the already tidy green grass. No one would be able to understand how much he loved this one young man, other than those who felt each other.

"I'm sorry, Amore." he said in a sob.

"I never asked to be born to this family..."

"I cannot choose to be born by whom." he continued still sobbing while wiping away the tears that fell.

How horrible it is to be the son of the richest man in Italy. Such a weight carries the name Xavier Sebastian behind his name.

It is not easy to be the child of someone who is considered to be able to easily grasp the world.

And not a woman can easily get a mate, when she is in an environment accustomed to the life of the King's child.

Because there will be many men who retreat before fighting.

"I'm not sure I'll be far from you, Xiaoli.." - Jia, with a tightness in her chest.

"I'm sorry... Forgive Daddy... The Black Hold clan that applies this kind of crazy rule..."

Said the girl stammering. Sentence by sentence he said, responded with the silent expression of the lover.

Not that Xiaoli hated all this. It was just that he felt that he should not chase the sky that was always above.

He felt, if he was just sand that was always on Earth. If flying in the wind, still the edges will fall back to the ground, or stick to the branches, or the roof of the house.

"Pardon us, Xiaoli." said Jia for the umpteenth time.

Xiaoli turned her head to the right side, stared in the shade at the beautiful face that was wet with tears, and was leaning on her shoulders.

"There's no need to apologize, honey... Because there is nothing to forgive." he said softly while peeping the lover's forehead.

"You're not wrong at all... If you weren't the son of Michael Xavier, I would never know you, would I?" his tan rubbed Jia's tears, then pulled the body for him to hug warmer.

No matter what remains of blood on the face, neck or bodyguard's shirt, Jia remains comfortable when hugged so tightly. No matter the smell of perfume that has disappeared and changed with the smell of dry blood.

It's all because there is genuine love that comes along with the warm embrace of the bodyguard.

"I love you, Xiaoli! I love you!" jia said with a voice that was almost finished because the sobs had not completely disappeared.

"I love you more than my own life, Bao Bao!" xiaoli replied again landing a kiss on Jia's forehead. It was just that this time he was peeping Jia's forehead very deeply. As if channeling love very slowly, but surely.

"You are one of two women who made me willing to die besides my mother, Bao Bao." whispered the young man. "I love you.." It sounded so sad.

"I love you too, darling, Amore mio." Jia replied as she pressed her lips closer to Xiaoli's. Until a brief kiss is given to the lover who is battered.

"Please promise to love me until I return." Xiaoli asked with a finger. Ask for symbols of a close agreement.

"I will promise!" jia replied quickly as it fit the contents of her head and heart. "And you must love me too! Until anytime!" he continued grabbing Xiaoli's little finger with his little finger.

"I keep your promise.."

"I will keep your promise too! There's no other girl there!" said Jia.

"I promise!" sure the young man.

Attract each other and tightly knit her fingers, as if to be a symbol of how tight the promise they say.

Among the interlocked fingers, there were lips that drew each other a thin smile full of meaning.

"I love you." Xiaoli said again sounding so shahdu.

"I love you too." reply Jia no less shahdu.

Between the little finger that is linked, between the promise that is echoed, and between the love that is channeled through the gaze of the eye, a kiss is manifested very gently.

Until their pair of eyes closed and the body increasingly lost distance. No matter if the two janitors down there looked at them.

And love will separate after a heartwarming touch in the end, for a task that cannot be denied.

Can they survive in the longing?

They survive a love story that has been without communication for more than three years.

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Meanwhile, that night there was a blonde girl with golden hair who was stuck in a long traffic jam after coming home from a small event with her best friends.

Cars run so slowly, sometimes even slowly. He looked at the window on his left. Everything that seemed so familiar to him. Because every day he passes.

Although occasionally he had to painstakingly compile a series of memories due to amnesia that he experienced.

There are several places that he considers to keep his own story that seems forgotten just by him.

One thing he really wanted to remember, which was about the man Flo always reminded him of, if he was her lover. Who else is not Georgio Xavier Sebastian.

In the midst of his daydream about a handsome figure who did not dare to treat like a lover, the car that brought him stopped completely.

And that's when, suddenly a motor that sneaks between the cars lined up in line because it's stuck stops right next to it.

The focus of the beautiful girl who was none other than Virginia was finally distracted by a figure with a black motorbike and a black helmet. Not only was it black, but it was also the leather jacket that he wore.

"Axton.." he muttered involuntarily.

After a few seconds staring at the figure he called Axton, Virginia immediately turned her face. Because Axton apparently turned to the frosted glass where his face was behind it.

' There's no way Axton memorized my car, right? ' ask her in your heart.

Virginia deliberately closed the small curtains that are commonly used to block sunlight into the car. In order to avoid the gaze of Axton who might intend to peek at him, if indeed Axton memorized with a car that is often used to shuttle him.

"It's like a car." murmured Axton observing a car that he thought was no stranger.

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