Is this the love that he protected over again?
Is this the only reason that could break them apart?
Everything would be all right,
But the pain would never eradicate on its own.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"What explanation I wanted to hear was that skulls at the bottom porch! What was that? We're going to be his next victims, Althea! Please, wake up!" Xiaojun shrieked. Qing Long tried to explain himself. The two invested themselves in their own arguments.
"Xiaojun, please. Calm down and we need to talk about the war," she remarked. What's important now was the war that could kill countless of civilians. She wanted to save the villagers from the harm that may cause. The Fang Clan never became a joke.
