Zhong pushed the door open and entered inside. The room seems neat and clean, organised with sculptures and paintings.
There stood a big mirror, he walked to it and saw his reflection. Face covered with dried blood, two hideous horns piercing out of his forehead. His robes hung loosely over his shoulders, revealing his chest with intricately carved tattoos. His arms had the same tattoo . His sword hanging down into his scabbard, all with red vicious blood dried on them.
His torn cape flowed back on his right shoulder giving a look of a knight who had arrived after a brutal massacre.
Yu Yan closed the door and locked it inside. She steps close to Zhong and starts opening the knot of his waist belt.
"Don't touch me!"
He quickly moves away from her , jerking her off . Yu Yan fell down by the strong force she received from him. Her eyes stared at him in confused way, she just wanted to help him take off the blood coated clothes.
"Oh, this is delicate.."
