In this story where all could be a victim,
Where all the fortunes could dwell in the fire,
Where love could be simply told as,
"I need you, I love you."
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Your eyes painted something lonely. Are you sure you can prove to me that you love Ying Yue even though your heart was on somebody else?" Xiaojun asked. Lei Jie had noticed the sarcasm in his eyes. The sunlight tumbled on the lawn while Xiaojun crossed his arms in a confused way.
The books were piled up on another side of the table while Lei Jie was looking at him with befuddled eyes. Xiaojun clicked his tongue inside his mouth on a low and vibrant tune. The head of the bodyguards leaned forward at the table.
