Good and Evil

When Xu Yanwu climbed out of bed, it was exactly five in the morning.

When Xu Yanwu woke from his sleep, his reflexive first thought was to head for the kitchen and prepare breakfast. After finally finding the doorknob and opening the door with a click, he discovered that behind it was a smooth, jade-white...

Toilet.

"..."

Xu Yanwu stared at the toilet for quite a while before his brain, stiff from just waking up, became a little clearer.

"Ah... I'm at the Jiang Family's place now..."

Xu Yanwu tapped his head, becoming a little more alert.

"I'm really still half-asleep..."

Xu Yanwu rubbed his face, then rubbed his nose.

"Last night..."

Xu Yanwu recalled his conversation with Fu Hua, and his old face could not help turning red.

"How did I end up saying all that yesterday..."

As he spoke, Xu Yanwu walked over to the sink, ready to wash up.

In the mirror above the sink, Xu Yanwu saw his own face.

He was still that young man who looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a little stubble on his chin.

If one ignored what Xu Yanwu was wearing, he looked exactly the same as he had before his transmigration more than a hundred thousand years ago.

There had not been the slightest change.

Looking at his face, Xu Yanwu suddenly felt rather wistful.

Had he... really lived through these hundred thousand-odd years...

Yet his appearance was still the same as it had been before that time had even arrived.

Countless years had left no traces on Xu Yanwu's body. Instead, the years he had lived through had long since tossed his heart around until... it was difficult to recover the feeling he once had.

"Should I shave..."

Xu Yanwu touched his somewhat prickly chin and muttered to himself.