Zhulan stood at the doorway, scrutinizing Yang Wuchun carefully. It had been over a year since she last saw him, and Wuchun had changed a lot. The old Wuchun used to have a smile on his face, but now he had become more and more imposing, and there was a chill of slaughter about him. Standing motionless in the courtyard, he seemed like a bloodied blade, and with his bloodshot eyes, he frightened Yu Lu into hiding in Lady Li's embrace.
Lady Li also took a step back in fear, thinking to herself that it was no wonder he was like this, having come from the battlefield; his presence was indeed terrifying.
Yang Wuchun's throat moved, and with red eyes, he knelt down, "Aunt, Uncle."
