Shao Lin crashed against someone. She screamed.
Long Xia screamed.
"My goodness, you scared me!" Long Xia complained.
"You scared me!" Shao Lin countered. She then took in the voice, the eyes, the hair…it was dark, but everything about her was still very much like her friend. "Xia…?"
Long Xia sketched a bow. "Long Xiatian at your service," she said. "But you can call me Long Xia or Xia. Anything will do!" she said with a polite smile.
"Your hair?"
"Oh, about that," she twirled a black lock around her finger. "I wear a wig sometimes, just so I don't have to be Long Xiatian, the fourth child and first daughter of Long Jie and Song Luli," she rambled on. "But outside these doors, I can just be myself with it."
Shao Lin's eyes widened, letting it register in her mind. She should have known. The relation, the blue eyes, and the remarkable winter night beauty she shared with Long Yat-sen. Xia was Long Xiatian and Long Yat-sen's younger sister.
