Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 452

The world is not cruel, he wrote, that you may think those people hardly care about a soul but only themselves,
and they never get involved with others’ business. Yes, they seem not to care, but rather, they are the ones who
really care. They are quick because of love, love for their families that they have to support their living; love for
their society that they have worked so hard for it, sparing never effort; love for others, that help often goes
unseen.
Aredhel looked up at him as the violinist continued.
Help goes unseen and unheard, as love does. Tragic though it may seem, but some days, here he laughed. I
receive a mysterious fund with a letter of appreciation, if I have got it correct. For the people here, they prefer
to go hidden in all ways, even in their words. But help is still bestowed in this society, silently and secretly, out
of nowhere you receive it, and that, is the greatest love of all.
Aredhel stared at him, motionless. Perhaps this society as not as she had depicted. Waving farewell, she headed
to her shared apartment with her brother, thinking all over the violinist’s words.
Madam, a voice rang beside her. You dropped your wallet.
Aredhel gasped and went back to her senses. A woman held her wallet in hand. She handed it over, smiling,
and left.
Aredhel was left to think. Love often goes unseen, she repeated with her heart, unheard, unthought, but it is still
there, beating, believing and enduring in these thriving cities. She could not ask for more.
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And Aredhel stayed in town, in Hong Kong, the Greater Bay Area. Finally was her dream fulfilled, her beautiful
and sweet dream. She longed to learn, but now she had learnt the greatest lesson of all, that love endures in all
hearts, though unseen, unheard, untouched, even in a society of fast-running gold. But if so, my friend, those
places are the greatest places of all.