The way he felt something,
Out of the things I did,
He still managed to look kind,
And generous, that's why.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"I am not a man with luck, as you said, right? So that's why seeing peonies doesn't mean I would be granted with a life of prosperity and peace," Qing Long continued as he sighed and walked past ahead of Althea. Right. He was right, as Althea thought.
"I'm sorry if I said that to you... I never knew... you have a reason for saying my grandmother's name," Althea spoke up a little louder as she turned while Qing Long halted.
"I apologize for the words that I had said earlier... I never knew... this would be the time I need to know the reason why I can do that," Althea clasped both of her hands in front of her chest. Qing Long turned to her and waited for her to finish.
