There was something that clicked through his guts,
That he could not explain what it would be,
That everything was put back in its place,
And that everyone could fit their own puzzle.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"You don't want to hear that my name was Fang Wang Shu?" Mei burst it out, making the man on the other holding cell bolted upright, Xiaojun stopped in his tracks immediately. He held on through the sword of the sheath at his side and furrowed his eyebrows. He turned around to see the woman who was sitting down silently on the floor.
The man who was eating the last crumbs of the vegetables that he had received from the head of the bodyguards was also surprised. He looked at the woman on the side and his jaw fell down on the floor. He glimpsed at the other side of the holding cell and was puzzled.
