In a fire, there's water,
In a sun, there's the moon,
In the night, there's a day,
No matter how dark your life was, someone would give light to them.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Her hair and eyes were of vibrant orange, her hair was imitating spilling blood like the one on Qing Long's palms. Her clothes were also of the same color as her skin, deep burgundy at all costs. Wang Qing Long was looking at her with despise painted all over his pupils and asked, "What do you want from me?"
At the same time, Althea felt that she was going to doze off at that momentum and unclasped the quill from her hand. She was midway on finishing the details that she had to convey but she felt drowsier than usual. She slammed her forehead at the parched paper with wet ink and it spilled right on her nose, but she had been in a state of slumber as soon as she felt it.
