Broken Heart

When the main guard knocked at the white door, the hammering sound stopped. After a few moments, footsteps were heard on the wooden floor. Someone was coming to open the door while muttering something.

The main guard and the other guards were now standing at a distance from the door. Hui Jian Yu was standing with his head bowed like a criminal, biting his lip, when the door opened.

He saw the bare feet of the person who opened the door on the doormat lying on the floor. Hui Jian Yu slowly raised his eyes.

Wearing blue robes with a grey inner shirt, a jade hanging around his waist, his perfect long hair left open to swirl on his broad shoulders, he was holding a sword with a red stone on it in his hand.

Hui Jian Yu slowly lifted his face and looked at the man in front of him. His breath hitched for a moment. He was the same as he had seen in the picture.