Who Are You? 5
There was a knock on the door, followed by Han Xiaowu's voice. "Master, it's me."
Yu Jian hummed without lifting his head. Han Xiaowu gingerly opened the door and stepped inside, his head bowed respectfully as he asked. "Are you ready, master?"
Yu Jian observed the shining blade which reflected his face. The trace of adolescence on him had completely evaporated, just like a butterfly that emerged from its silk cocoon, his face matured, his contour sharpened and his whole being grew steadier but still, it couldn't hide the coldness and gloominess emanated from within his body.
The kind of cold apathy which was formed by his upbringing and the environment he grew up in.
For as long as he could remember, he had never truly felt any happiness in his life. Not once. Not when he was still confined here, in this large caged named Imperial Palace.