She looked at the side with her eyes closed.
With the knight who wanted to protect him,
She's going to be the only who could live,
If His Majesty would be the one who would step up in the middle.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Qing Long threatened her with the sword on her neck once again. In that insignificant moment, he could thrust it into her veins no matter what. He looked at the side. His periphery vision wouldn't be wrong.
Qing Long wanted to have that little time to kill her. But something that she said made him halt.
