"I can no longer enter her dream."
In a spacious hall, from lofty heights hung several dark drapes teeming with inked characters. The wind chimes affixed to four corners rang melodiously when blown, while fog gently emerged from the beaks of the cranes in the corners. This peaceful scene was shattered abruptly by a suppressed, angry voice. It was as if a stone had been dropped into a tranquil lake, instantly scaring the cranes into flight.
An aging, slender hand raised slightly to stroke the feathers of one crane. The bird shuttered, but was quickly calmed and stepped away.
The Old Man of the Moon stroked his beard, scrutinizing his "unwelcome guest" and couldn't help but arch an eyebrow.
"What have you done to end up like this?"
Qin You glanced at the dripping blood from his long knife. He sheathed it with a flick of his wrist and looked up with a stern expression, "I have killed someone."
The Old Man of the Moon didn't flinch, he walked over to his desk at a leisurely pace.
