In the light of the words,
There was one of it that soothes,
But words are like swords,
It could kill someone and torment them emotionally.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"There's something that we need to do, yes. But... let's please help Xiaojun first. He was the one who lost his soul," Qing Long retorted back, not even answering her question. He looked back at Xiaojun and clenched his jaw.
"You mean you wanted to bring me back here? I mean, I am not a fool, Qing Long. I know that your plan must have something to do with me. I know you wanted to bring me back here, at the Palace," Althea muttered swiftly. Qing Long halted from what he was doing and pursed his lips. His hand was stunned at a safe distance between Xiaojun's lids.
He swallowed and looked back at her.
