"What are you doing there?"
The man's voice shocked Shi Nian so much that her hand jerked and the edge of the sharp tool pierced her fingers, instantly drawing blood. But she couldn't afford to care right now. She stuffed the wooden plate and the sharp tool behind her back and stood up hastily.
General Jiang Jinyan approached from afar, wearing only a thin, black kimono with a coat draped across his shoulder. The front lapel of the kimono was loose, showing an expanse of health, bronze color skin gilded with numerous scars, both new and old.
Soft strands of hair brushed against his cheek, half covering the hideous scar which ran across his left cheek. His eyes were staring attentively at her, as if she was an object worth observing.
