A place where all of them could see,
The place where the cursed could only observe,
The prohibited folklore was retelling the tale,
And it was being modified at future times.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Xiaojun had realized my true identity. That's why he could see the original look of that library. He had been dragged to the circle because of the curse," Mei added. Xiaojun and Althea were looking at her, abashed, and Qing Long breathed. He knew that they wouldn't understand it. Both of them were only dragged by fate. By destiny. Or by the wind that rushed by through their bodies and souls.
They had been carried away by the curse.
"What are you trying to..."
"Look at my face. Don't you recognize me?" Mei cut off. Xiaojun raised his eyebrows and put his hands through his chest while he was tilting his head to one side. He turned it to the other side once again.
