She was dumbfounded. God, how could she supposed to handle this? She took her sister's hand and ran into the villa, her grandparents were still sleeping, seemingly unaware of the incident out there. The sisters walked as quietly as possible past their grandparents, up the marble stairs, and straight up to the broken glass.

Running past their bedroom, continued running down the long and somewhat dark corridor. The sisters finally stopped in front of a room at the end of the hallway, and she pushed the door open with force and her sisters entered. Second, the first sisters saw was the colorful shards of the glass door lying on the floor, she told Syrena to step back so as not to be hurt by the glass, while she slowly approached the pile of broken glass.

This is seriously broken, she thought, how can she talk to grandparents like this? This must have been something my grandparents loved, but she broke it.

She was tormenting herself when a hand patted her shoulder, she turned to speak, but Syrena put her hand to her lips to silence her and led her to the big wooden cabinet there. When she walked in, she didn't pay attention to this closet, thinking it probably only kept a few old clothes or coats for the winter, what she cared about was the broken window.

"What do you think of this closet?"

Syrena asked as the sisters stood in front of the large wooden cabinet, the smell of oak wafting in the air again.

"I don't know, it doesn't look special either."

She replied as she examined the cupboard. In general, this cabinet is similar to the ones she used to have in her room when she was in America, only smaller, not as massive as this.

However, as she was about to turn her back to walk away, she suddenly turned around and stood in front of the cabinet and looked at it. The special thing about this cabinet, what makes it different from other types of cabinets is probably because of the pattern engraved around it. The embossed patterns clattered on the wooden floor, she involuntarily reached out to touch the cabinet that was about to open, when something appeared that made her stop.

"What's wrong?"

Syrena had been standing there watching her, not understanding what was going on. She stood still in front of the cabinet, wiped the thin layer of dust on the cabinet with her hand, a line appeared, the thin handwriting looked very beautiful, not crooked, but on the contrary, it was written very neatly, the line wrote:

"I accidentally met you
Then accidentally miss
Life is unintentionally cruel
So we love each other.

January 22nd. Borrowing poetry from Puskin."