A deep, lonely sadness claimed Han Sen's brain. Although Han Sen knew that the emotion was not his own, he felt it sink deep within him.
The sadness was as broad and powerful as the Yangtze, rolling forward with the steadiness and implacability of a river. The sensation rocked Han Sen. The sadness was clear, yet it wasn't a raw or passionate emotion. It wasn't painful like losing your family, and it wasn't the heartache of being betrayed by a loved one. It wasn't the soul-rending anguish of losing everything that you cherished. It just resided in Han Sen's chest, softly. The ache was so gentle that sometimes, Han Sen could barely even sense it. It floated like a mountain stream, but there wasn't a single ripple to be seen.
