He Didn't Have a Heart

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Late at night, the lights under the Parthenon Temple faded away. At this particular time of the season, a bright cold moon hung in the sky above the Mountain of the Goddess. Its light covered the mountain like a silver veil, adding a mystical feeling to the elegant mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, behind a small hill, stood a simple wooden hut close to a stream. A man in a white robe sat on the roof staring at the blurred outline of the Mountain of the Goddess under the moonlight in melancholy. 

Soft footsteps sounded from the path in the woods. The man looked into the woods. His gray-blue eyes glittered in the night.

"What do you want?" the man asked.

"Can't I pay you a visit? Either way, you're still my brother..." the woman replied, still approaching the man.

"Just spill it," the man sniffed.