I felt the electricity,
The borders within our veins,
It was the move of eccentricity,
The barricades of the pains.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"You need to stay at the corner of the lawn, close your eyes, and I will shout to you when it will be the time to open it, alright?" Qing Long breathed the instructions as Althea clenched her jaw and obliged as soon as possible. She didn't have any choice, she wanted to know what was Fang Ying Yue's life, and why they can communicate with each other on their minds.
Qing Long swallowed as he gripped the Jian sword and grabbed a hold of Althea's hands while she was turning around. Althea was surprised by the electricity that stung her palms after a split second and she quickly turned around. She swallowed as Qing Long looked at her.
