Love was not the answer,
The language had been an obstacle for a long time,
But the curse was not going to fend off,
Unless someone had the strength to embrace it.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"I'll make sure you don't die before me, Mei. I promised that a long time ago. My Jian sword was not the only way for you to get out of that curse," he cut off. Mei sighed as she darted her eyes everywhere as she was planning to argue with him again.
"Don't even take what's in front of you. Make sure that you know the correct way to do it. Don't even believe what you see, not everything could be real enough to be the truth," Qing Long scolded her.
