Being the ancestor of a long generation of bloodline,
It was drastic to see her still alive, the same as the one on her portrait,
She was the only one who could go back to her age,
With those freckles and wrinkles all gone.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
She looked at his pupils, and Mei didn't strain herself from the recognition. Let him recognize her once and for all. Xiaojun looked at how abashed he was. Mei wanted to have this kind of scenario. With the hut having a lot of blood coming out of the soldier's abdomen. Everyone would reek the moment the morning came. The dawn must have stricken itself on the horizon.
She was going to have this little shame. Mei stood up from her place, and she gripped the dagger from her hand. Minister Fang Chen gasped a little later, and he leaned his head back at the wall behind him.
