The mademoiselle was sleeping,
But had been disturbed by a ringing,
A sound that was encircling,
The voice that was not embracing.
***
THE YEAR 1904, 100 centuries away from the present time.
He tumbled out of the stairs as the sword flew through the air and Mei caught it. She swayed the sword everywhere, it was heavy, but she had got used to it. She heard the clash of the sword she was gripping. She ducked every now and then, determined to fought off everyone in front of Crescent Hall. She rotated her heels and kicked on the side while slicing the abdomen of someone one after another.
Fang Chen took a step back as he saw that his wife was opening her eyes now. The court lady heaved at her place and she was tapping the ministress's face in the lightest way. At the same time, Fang Chen was knuckling his fists after seeing that the woman who held up against him knew how to fight.
