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A man can see without his eyes, but he cannot see without his heart.
Hua Manlou learned this truth after his sense of sight was taken away from him at a young age. But he's for...
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Carefully, Lu Xiaofeng walked down the edge of the building that served to host some of the guests — these were the guests that Hua Ruling had invited to stay at his family grounds, but not guests that he would entrust remaining so close to the building that housed the main family members and their servants.
He had meant to return something to a particular female guest.
Leaning against a pillar, making sure no one had been following him or was in close vicinity, he produced a thin, silver bracelet from his sleeves, lifting it up to the faint light of the moon and stars. When handing the scarf back to the young woman, he slipped his fingers onto her wrist, undoing the metal clasp that held her bracelet together.
It was a simple piece of jewelry; a simple twine of silver embellished with three golden charms and a small fishing hook. But he was sure that she would prefer to have it back instead of within his hands.
One more glance to the left and to the right as he approached one of the rooms. Quickly, he entered it and closed the doors behind his back just as quickly. The room was darkened, not a single candle had been lit. However, there was no heavy breathing or snoring from the bed area.
His steps were slow and cautious, wandering deeper into the dark room. But before he could reach the walls, a hint of bright color flashed from the darkness. Silver color. A weapon? A knife, most likely. He reacted to his assailant's attacks quickly, countering and parrying every kick and swing of the weapon.
Once he saw his opening, he gripped the assailant's arm and shoulder, immobilizing them for a moment. Long enough to see that it was the woman he had been looking for. She had two knives, one in each hand. She struggled against him for a moment, trying to free her hand, before throwing her other knife at him.
Lu Xiaofeng dodged the flying knife, its tip lodging heavily into the doorframe behind him, before pinning her shoulder to the table. Again, she wasn't willing to give up her victory to him, aiming hard and direct kicks at his shoulders until he released her.
As she rolled off of the table to dodge any further immobilization from him, Lu Xiaofeng slipped his hand against her hair, untying the scarf around her face as she backed away towards the corner of the room. Sensing there was enough space between them, and that she knew she wasn't his match physically, he removed a lighter from his robes, sending it aflame and starting the candle in the middle of the room.
The light was cast, revealing the young woman's face. The young woman's face held a stern glare, until her hand lifted to her face, feeling that her scarf was now gone.
Lu Xiaofeng lifted his hand, revealing the lost face scarf. "You're Chinese?"
"And how's it any of your business?" she snapped at him in his native tongue. "What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
"Sorry for offending you," he said, eyes focused on hers as he set the scarf down on the table, lifting the bracelet up to her instead. "But I believe this belongs to you?"
