What are you trying to do?
The hell, I asked myself.
What are the questions that running through her mind?
What is she even thinking all around?
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"How can I not be mad at him? He should be the one unraveling everything. I don't want to see him again, but since you asked...," Althea looked down, sighing. She closed her arms over her chest, trying to decipher whether Qing Long's plan was going to work.
"I am not in the mood to talk with him, but I am sure---"
Someone burst the door open. Xiaojun and the destined Queen averted their eyes. The Crown Prince sighed, bowing down his head. He entered the premise with his mouth shut tight. Lei Jie turned to them with a clenched jaw. It was like he's determined to trash the words out of his tongue.
Althea spoke up, "What are you doing here, Lei Jie?"
