Hong Liu was restless. She couldn't sit still or fall asleep.
Only by her promise to her master she kept trying to rest for a little bit. Every time she closed her eyes she imagined herself with the sword she had given two thousand years for. This sword will free Liu Hun from its duty and Liu Hun will bring her to Dong Hai. After trying for a few more moments she threw away her blankets. She walked towards the small dresser, where the wooden box was. She blinked frowning, her eyes landing on her reflection. It had been so long she had looked at herself in the mirror. She slowly sat in front of it and touched her collarbone covered in bandages. She looked down at her hands covered in another roll of bandages. Under the bandages were fresh burns from the fiery beast. It stings and when she tried to flex her fingers, her burned skin protested.
She put her hands on her lap.
