There was a mode of communication,
The one on the mind that I can never explain,
It was as if I was meant to go back,
In the time where I knew I wouldn't track.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"No, my destined Queen, I will not let you down! You could be in danger!" Lei Jie yelled back as he rushed to get Althea on the hall immediately. He sighed as he glanced at the feast and he saw that the Emperor and the Empress were bowing down their heads because of the people that were coming in.
They didn't notice that Lei Jie was carrying his soon-to-be wife, without even knowing that something might happen that was dangerous. She swallowed as she heard Qing Long's voice saying, "Something will happen. At least, not now, but later."
