Chapter 13 Fugeer
The first floor was lively. In the very center sat a young man who looked frail next to the soldiers around him.
Some people always adapted faster than us. We used dressing in the rooms as an excuse not to go outside, but other girls had already come out early. The young man seemed to hold rank among them. Several girls leaned against him.
"Get lost!"
His face was faintly red. He frowned and shoved away the woman with bare fragrant shoulders.
His face turned toward me. When I saw the scar at the corner of his eye, I froze.
As if he felt it too, he looked my way. That cold, sharp gaze rested on my face a moment, then turned to surprise.
"Sister!"
The man surged to his feet. The heavy coat on his legs fell to the floor as he strode toward me.
That face grew clear.
"It is Fugeer."
It was my little brother, the one who had grown up soaking in medicine pots as a child.
Sister Mudan's voice blurred beside my ear. "Ahua, is he the brother you spoke of?"