I was surprised with his answer,
The response I never wanted to hear,
I'll still be here,
No matter the dust differs.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Is that so? Does that mean the only time I get to see you is when Chinese New Year happens?" Althea blurted it out unnoticeably. It was the only question she wanted to ask earlier, but it turns out that the situation was jointing with what he was indicating. Qing Long was taken aback by that question.
His breathing rapidly coursed through his veins as he pursed his lips. It was not exactly like that, because he could only turn to a human whenever the calendar predicted. But he doesn't want to hurt Althea's feelings, and he doesn't know why. Althea anticipated his answer and waited.
He sighed and lied, "Yeah. You will see me every Chinese New Year happens."
