Explicit painting

In the starless chilly night, Rui Fei sat at the figurehead of Blue Urchin his mood as gloomy as the weather. He leisurely placed his arm on his bent knee as he flipped the jade tile in his hand. His gaze was fixed intently on that jade tile gently caressing it.

A violent cold breeze brushed against his cheeks sweeping his silvery grey hair haphazardly in all directions covering the mist of water in his lowered eyes. Because of the cold breeze, his cheeks were crimson from the biting chill cutting through his skin.

He looked innocent and dazed with his dry lips slightly parted. Scratching the characters on the jade tile with the nail of his thumb the pain in his chest intensified. He was dangerously dangling at the thin border between his rational mind and madness. This meant any little stimulation could tip the scale to the other side and he would have a terrible outburst.