Hui Ying Au's Broken Memory in the Past
I held a sword with one hand, and my room maid gasped as I grasped it to swing back and forth like a piece of wood that I had to cut off; I had taken elements of training on my own with nobody to assist me. I am mighty in the heart because I have a book on sword technique or tai chi. Father did not want to see me learn how to fight since I had to make everyone believe that I was a weak child. In their generations, they had sacrificed women before I was born. The sword had been in my room for years, but I did not know until today. I found out that my father is doing something illegal against the emperor. So, I must sharpen up my skills to a fine point. Cause my life is at the tip of a peak where danger is born, and I am permanently being followed by it, like a grim reaper's choice.
