Wang Qing Long had decided not to change his appearance,
It was something that rubbed her off,
A physical distance meant a nightmare in disguise,
And not something that will bless you upon.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Li Lei Jie's confusion hunched even more on why Althea was so troubled. He turned around, pivoting his heel, placing his hands on the sides of his hips, and shifted his eyes.
He froze, tons of ice slinked down all around his body, he succumbed to the sudden drop of the temperature around the area. The rain torrented, the drops were smashing through the hardened roofs, the drips were compiled at the canal rest of that hallway that connected the Crescent Hall and the outer premises.
Althea and Lei Jie's faces were almost the same.
