Often times, we forget human history is written in blood. Of times there were no rivers of blood, we summarize it with a simple word. 'Golden age' ...
No more, no less.
Only, the condition in looked like golden age, but felt like a dark miasma is hung in the air.
As she moved towards the capital, the people grew silent.
No one came out in the night and guards patrolled more and more.
Jiushu had always thought the sufferings of people from this world had nothing to do with her.
She will roam the world, enjoy life.. Be part of this world just like the water on lotus leaves…
With an invisible, yet impassable wall between herself and the populace of this world.
She never wished to be a hero, neither did she have the sympathetic tendencies of women.
However, even with her cold blooded-hard hearted ways…
She has still grown up in the free world. She possessed the values of the twentieth century.
