The Mistress

It almost seemed confused when Hao Xuan moved out of the way and looked back at him with a questioning gaze. Its appearance changed to that of an old man with a big mustache and hunched back.

Hao Xuan had not seen or thought about this old man in ages but one glance brought back every memory of his.

When he was young that old man was a street vendor who would occasionally pass by his house with a cart full of homemade ice cream. He couldn't speak which scared many of the children away but he was kind to Hao Xuan and always gave him an extra ice cream so they got along pretty well.

Before Hao Xuan realized his eyes had become wet as if he was meeting an old friend after a long time. But his rational mind knew this creature was not the same person from his childhood memories even if the accompanying emotions were saying otherwise.

[You are a trickster deity?] Hao Xuan muttered expressionlessly.