The Bright Fist in the Dark

Inside the carriage, it was all dark. The young man raised a smile on his lips, but it wasn’t a natural one. It was forced, and it gave the impression that he was trying not to look too deliberate with his expression. It was not right for some men to carry a look of timidity. The end of his eyebrows spread like the strokes upon the paintings in Qing Temple. It gave off an old-fashioned and earnest expression.

"I don’t understand." The young man’s smile was one of a person who looked troubled. "I don’t understand a lot of things, like why he had to investigate me in the first place. Does he not know that I truly admire him?"