66 What Is True? What Is Real?

Looking at the woman's beautiful graceful features Chang started comparing the two of them. She was tall, slim, and elegant, like a graceful willow tree, a model body type and face. The woman in the pictures held herself gracefully with perfect posture, her refinement showed through, Chang had fairly good posture from years of dance and doing martial arts with her father, but she wasn't a noble woman like She obviously was. Not only her demeanor her clothes and jewels showed that she was of a way higher standard than Chang could ever hope to be. Dancing with Jian she was smiling showing a row of perfect white teeth as she smiled up at him, her black crystal like eyes shining. In her champagne colored sleeveless halter necked dress, and Jian in hus well fitting black tuxedo, they looked like a couple, a perfectly matched pair in every way. Seeing the hateful image Chang wanted to tear it up into a million pieces and never see it again, but she couldn't stop staring. It felt like someone stabbed her with a bunch of knives in her stomach and heart, bitterness seeped into her bones from the wounds.

'What is this?Why are you with all these women? Jian what's real, do you really care for me?' Chang's head pounded and she held in between her hands trying to stifle the pounding pain. 'This cant be real.. Jian.. where are you? I want to see you. I want you to hold me..' At the thought of holding she saw in her mind him kissing the hand of that woman and holding her in his arms, and doing things like had been doing before he left with that beautiful woman. 'No!!' she screamed in her mind banishing the image before it could form.

"Lady Dumont!" The guard called out to her, distressed at the sight of her curled up on the ground.