“Miss? Miss, where do you think you are going?” asked the British soldier gruffly, grabbing the arm of the well-dressed teenaged girl walking down Dongjiaomin Lane, her dark brown hair contrasting against her ruby-encrusted hair pin. “Hands off me, barbarian!” snarled Hua-Lin with fire in her green eyes. “I am no coolie, no slave!"
First Lines Contest 2017: Empress Wu Zetian
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