He doesn't know what to do,
But he's curious enough to do it,
She held his hand tight,
She doesn't want to let it go.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"I was not in the same league as you, Xiaojun. We're way different with the time. Astonishment might stumble you on where you stood, but I need to do this as you were part of the circle," Mei choked out. She stepped closer to him, touched his forearm, but Xiaojun staggered back. Mei clasped her nails deep. This time, Xiaojun didn't have the time to let go.
Mei closed her eyes, similar to a deep slumber, and they disappeared from that corner. Xiaojun felt the dinner rising from his mouth, the acid penetrated his taste buds. Before he could bawl out the bolus at his mouth, his feet found the ground once again.
