I am in debt,
With fate,
Entangled with regret,
And I will never I'd hate.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Don't follow me or I'll kill you," Althea muttered in a menacing voice as she stepped swiftly down by the steep stairs of the mountains. Qing Long knuckled his fists and immediately followed Althea while clasping the sheath of the Jian on his hips. Althea's robes flowed softly on her heels as she went downstairs in a hasty move while she was knuckling her fists.
Everything that was coming out from Qing Long's mouth was absurd, and she could not contain the rage that was rising in her veins. How could he know her grandmother's name? Althea walked towards the corner of the mountains and just brushed her wooden slippers by the soil. She stepped down rapidly as Qing Long followed her hastily, holding the Jian on his side.
