Leaving the bustling docks behind, Fang Yi returned to Qingzhou Village.
Once home, he took off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat. Yet for some reason, he still felt a heavy, oppressive gloom clinging to him. He went upstairs to his bedroom and looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror.
Though the bright mirror inlaid on the wardrobe had always been there, today was the first time Fang Yi truly looked at himself in it. Indeed, they were right! Dressed in this black Zhongshan suit and sporting a brand-new pair of leather shoes, he did look dashing and extraordinary. But why, between his two sword-like eyebrows, was there still a lingering trace of sorrow that refused to fade?
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