The days are longer than nights,
Miseries were stronger than fortunes,
Luck was tainted with bad charms,
Fortunate happenings were not being granted.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"I saw you passed out earlier. Your sweat was cold, your body was frozen. So I took up some time to heat your body for a little, just for you to rest," Wang Qing Long said in a low voice. He was bothered, as Althea would scrutinize every part of his face. She sighed and licked her lips as she stood straight.
"I didn't know I passed out, but... I remember hearing voices on my mind like I was some sort of a crazy person or what," she said straightforwardly while she looked up at Qing Long. She creased her forehead as she took a step forward. Wang Qing Long breathed.
