In order to kill, attack from behind,
In order to murder, plan of time is the key,
In order to wake up, get up from the bed,
In order to love, sacrifice everything that you will lead to.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
There was a blood. A spot of blood appeared in her abdomen, the exact place where the Jian sword penetrated her body. It was no other than the cause of Wang Qing Long's madness. She held onto the side of her abdomen. The pain nearly killed her in that place. Xiaojun crouched down with an anxious face. He wanted to ask, but... something caught his eye.
The blood soaked through her robes. It dripped all over the floor in no time. She cradled, squirming at her place. No words could explain how far she could go. Althea folded her knees close to her abdomen as Xiaojun reached the door. He clung onto dear life, thinking that Qing Long would answer.
