It's good he's dead
*CLAP CLAP CLAP
Echoing applause snapped everyone's attention to the neglected corner where a man was sitting. The wide hat covered his face, only revealing the sharp jawline.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of the trench coat and covered the distance so that everyone could take a look at this intruder that look both young and old at the same time. His shoes making a rhythmical noise against the marble floor. As he comes closer, his facial hair was thick, although barely more than stubble.
As the man lifted his head and takes off the hat, a gasp escaped Patriarch Zhao's mouth while Zhao Feiyan and Song Xianxi's sobs stuck in their throat.
Zhao Shu!
If Suyin's changed appearance was a shock then Zhao Shu's no different. The man if anything was fitter looking and in better shape than expected. Tall and handsome, with peppery hair falling over the shoulders like a lion's mane.