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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

"I've always thought i might end like my father and great-grandfather...but not you, not Shen."

Yes, he'd dreamed a hundred times of holding Ming's bloody body, but he'd always prayed it would not happen. Quan covered his face with his hands. He felt a small, strong grip on his arm.

"Are we not Zhu Yesu's also?" Ming asked. " Are we not his called and chosen? Why should we not walk the way he has chosen for you? Why should you be considered worthy and not us?"

It has always been this way. Whenever she weakened, he was strong for her. Whenever he weakened, she was strong for him.


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