Trauma

Feng Mei Hiu watched as the blood coloured water ran down from his body and into the drain, the sight reminding him of the night he had killed Song Lin, so much blood, he scowled at the thought and willed himself to forget.

Feng Mei Hiu sat by the vanity as he blow-dries his hair, now done with his bath and dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt that a maid had dropped by earlier, it would have fitted Han Yichen nicely but on Feng Mei Hiu it looked like a baggy short dress.

Many thoughts whirled through his head, his near death experience made it clear that Han Yichen couldn't be trusted, he couldn't depend on any one but himself and he needed to get strong, strong enough for Han Yichen to feel threatened.

"Xiao Li." Feng Mei Hiu called tentatively, as expected there was no reply.