It's a long story,
A long tale of the battle between him and the deities,
But it was the only time he had heard of,
Something that was out of the line.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"It's a long story. I need you to close your eyes and follow me. And also... I need Althea too," Qing Long was adamantly straightforward with his words. He breathed, his shoulders were rising, and he held through Xiaojun's shoulder.
Xiaojun was astounded and crawled backward on his bed. He clasped his hands through his chest as he was anxiously avoiding Qing Long's touch. Qing Long's hand froze in the midair as he opened his lips and shifted his eyes to Carmela. He was raising his eyebrows, that sudden and strange action of Xiaojun made him taken aback.
