After An Zhaofeng closed his eyes, the young man withdrew the joyous smile from his face, which had inadvertently revealed a sinister killing intent. With a blank expression, he felt comfortable, flicked his sword with his finger, producing a clang, then slightly tilted the blade to look at his reflection on the sword, frowning slightly.
"Could it be that I actually resemble a woman?"
"That shouldn't be the case..."
He lowered his gaze to his own plain clothes, simple to the extreme, clearly just the attire of a boy from a typical farmyard. Frowning, he had only intended to pose as some 'shepherd boy', never expecting to be mistaken for a girl, leaving him no choice but to go along with it.
Wondering if it was due to his long hair, flowing like a ponytail, he raised the short sword in his hand, ready to cut some off, but as the Sword Edge touched his warm, gentle hand, he couldn't bear to do it.
