"Hua, you are too cold."
"It's not bone-chilling like thousands of years of snow, nor as lifeless as an ancient tomb in the wasteland... You are like a mountain, an empty mountain. Although there is wind and water, spring and summer, you always remain calm and watch with cold eyes. The maple leaves are red, but they cannot stain the depression of the mountain; the spring rain falls, but it cannot wash away the desolation of the mountain."
He pointed to his left chest with a sigh, "This place is empty, don't you... Feel uncomfortable?"
Strong, dark, enter with caution.