Arc 8 (8). The Red Wilted Rose.

Zhao Fang squinted his eyes at the new person that magically appeared out of thin air.

The person had long, black hair that was tied into a low ponytail. He was wearing a cloak with golden embroideries.

He was currently rubbing his head, eyes closed as a grimace was displayed on his face.

The person finally opened his eyes and looked st him, only to jump as his eyes widened.

"What?" Zhao Fang asked, his brows furrowed.

"Your that maiden!" Zhao Fang was offended but sure, make yourself believe that he was some dainty maiden.

"I feel like you are mistaking me for someone else" Zhao Fang narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

"I am not..." The person muttered before shaking his head. "You know what? I feel like your right! the maiden can't be this ugly!"

Alright, now this person had crossed the line.

"You have trespassed" The person got up before looking at him with confused eyes.