I am confident,
I am dependent,
I am not allowed to be independent,
If I will feel the resentment.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Tell me something, Qing Long. The first time she had seen you, she would have said something that must have sent a painful tinge on your guts," Mei pointed it out as she knew that Qing Long was just hiding it. Qing Long looked straight through her eyes, shadow white to coffee, and she shook her head.
"I am sure she will regret everything if she will do it," Mei concluded while she stood there with her knuckled fists. Qing Long stood there, waiting for the rest of the explanation that Mei wanted to say.
