He couldn't tell from her outer facade, however, he could see that her shoulders had tensed the moment she was aware of his presence. While he was dazed and troubled on how to reply to her wary questioning, the woman asks again more firmly and seemingly holding traces of anger in her tone. "Who are you?" "Huang Gou Heng." Huang Gou Heng found his voice and replied robotically surprising himself further with how willing he was to answer her arrogant demand. Like drops of blood splattering the surface of a canvas, the world became brighter and more vibrant around her. The white of her sheets, the white and blue strips of her pillows, the orange, yellow, red, and purple of the sky outside the window behind her.