In the meantime of their fates,
Something had gone wrong by the tangling enchantments,
Something was not written on the card,
But it goes along the will of the person who is in need to unclasp.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
She wrote in Chinese characters the name of Wang Qing Long, wrote the English alphabet at the bottom of his name, and heard the sound of the wooden door opening. Althea stopped from scribing at her quill when Qing Long turned to look at her. He raised his eyebrows at that time and looked at her.
He averted his eyes from Althea and turned to the paper. He tilted his head to one side, creased his forehead, and puffed his cheeks a little. He saw his name on Chinese characters right on the parched paper where Althea was writing. She parted her lips slightly as Wang Qing Long asked, "What are you writing?"
