Even if Althea had been deceived,
Something in her was incorrect,
But she was going to be strong enough to hold it out,
The teary eyes were withering out.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
She closed her four fingers and only held out the pinky part. She shifted his eyes to him while Wang Qing Long was still standing steadily. He raised his eyebrows coldly, like the first hour that they had met, very different to the one he shown upon last night. He was confused about what she was trying to do.
She approached him after that and she held out her pinky finger right at his face.
She looked at him and waited for him to do the same thing.
