I was restless,
Even then, I'm helpless,
It was just that I am selfless,
And I would not be in there unless.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Wang Qing Long heard the torrent of the Yangtze River, followed by the silence after Lei Jie said the words, and he didn't know what to answer. Wang Qing Long stood there, stunned, raising his left hand to cover Althea's head.
"I remember what I wanted to say to you earlier... you looked like someone I've read from the books...," Lei Jie tilted his head to one side and smirked. He was still pointing that sword, a classic one, not the same as the one with Qing Long's Jian. He was pointing it to him, threatening to kill him anytime, but Qing Long was shielding Althea's body.
