It was a scenic moment,
Wherein I fell down on a city like the Beaumont,
You and I are alone,
And I was mesmerized by your shadow white eyes that shone.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Althea was startled by his sudden moves on the fourth step of the stairs that she caught off balance. Qing Long unclasped the sword from his hand and quickly stepped up to catch Althea. The Jian rolled and bounced down towards the stairs as Qing Long wrapped his arms over her waist. Qing Long's heart beats so much louder than usual.
Althea landed on his strong arms as Qing Long's face was much closer compared to earlier when they were on the Yangtze River when she slipped her heel on the wet lawn. Qing Long inched his face closer towards her and Althea felt his breath on her lips. Althea realized how tight his grip was on her waist, and she was being steadied by his muscular, well-built arms.
