The Last Healer,
The dreamer,
The ripper,
And the last lover.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Qing Long breathed again and muttered, "I know this sounds crazy. The reason why you can hear me in your subconscious was that your soul was connected to me. And that was absurd, yes, but I think you can understand it when the time comes."
Althea was stunned at her place and she didn't know what to feel. She felt like she needed to ask it over and over again, her mind was so befuddled by that fact. She parted her lips slightly as she looked to Qing Long's back while the petals of the peony were circling around the air. The wind blustered as Althea shook her head while she asked, "I could not... understand... your.... soul...?"
