Ye Kai just returned from killing a person for the first time, and feeling nothing by that he entered his house as if nothing happened.
When he entred the kitcehn he found his mother at the stove, stirring something in a cast iron pot that emitted an intoxicating aroma.
"Your late today," Ye Nuan remarked without turning around.
"Yes, I went outside with Ren and Guifei," Ye Kai mumbled, taking a seat beside his sister who was preoccupied with a drawing. He glanced at it and saw an intricately drawn image of a female warrior in red armor wielding a sword.
"Brother, how is this? I drew it too good," Ye Ming said beaming at him, her eyes sparkling with pride.
He gave her head a gentle pat.
"It's good, you're a great artist."
Ye Ming handed Ye Kai a stack of paper and a set of colored sticks that had been wrapped in a cloth bundle.
