Severed Arm
RuRong looked like he would cough up blood as he stood by the gates. A horse carriage waited behind him, but his eyes were strictly on XiaoHe and the awfully dark and bruised mosquito bite under his ear, visible for everyone to see.
He was quite sure that mosquito in question was currently standing before him with a shit-eating grin. He wanted to punch those white, perfectly aligned teeth in but held his ground. XiaoHe seemed happy, happier than RuRong had ever seen him. It both made him glad and hurt him slightly.
He wasn't the one to bring a smile to his baby brother's lips, no, it had to be this shameless piece of shit! One who was famous across all brothels, who lived and breathed shamelessness. Why must it be him? There was plenty of upright, handsome, well taught and respectful men in his sect, around XiaoHe's age too. Why must it be PingZe? Was it that damned tattoo?