From inside the doors Tony's sensitive ears was able to hear a distinct sobbing sound from the inside. It was the sound of a young girl growing out of her own grief and sorrow.
"It's nothing Master Zidu," bending her knees in a curtsy, her ears glowing red, opening the secret fondness of her heart full of blossoming desires.
"See you around," there was a weird silence as the naive maiden moved her face closer and closer by the second to Tony's face. As if she's watching with care a mark on his face unable to move her rapt attention.
These moments of sadness and vulnerability can be hard to show to others. And Tony doesn't want the maid to break into Zetian's room to find her in awful shock.
Putting his fingers on the right wooden door's opened edge Tony starts to push it slowly apart. As he leans his head every so quietly to view the one inside.
All he saw inside was the back of the lady with her crisp long hair flowing down her back in a natural way.
With the doors opened in a noiseless way Tony moves his perception in careful observation. For some reason there was a strange sensation in his gut telling him that something is definitely wrong and a disaster awaits.
Her soft and delicate fingertips reached slowly downwards to a small rectangular box with the woods that surrounds it in painted red color. It was an old box with some parts of the side chipped revealing the raw yellow wood before it was painted.
The inside of the box that was opened to her view contains broken pieces inside. The parts were of a piggy bank with the round smoother outside in a pink color and the inside in pale white.
The edges of these broken pieces were sharp like that of a cutting weapon.
Splat
The sound of a teardrop falls down on a fractured white caved-in porcelain piece of the original piggy backs.
Her delicate slender fingers reached slowly grabbing with the pointer and thumb the jagged porcelain piece as though holding onto a careful sharp blade.
Stretching out to the back of her nake of left wrist as her hands shake from the overwhelming fear experienced.
Her eyes were glossy from the flowing tears dripping down like warm rain from the darkened sky of what would be a nice summer afternoon.
Her hands were trembling like an instrument string as she moved it close to the skin. Finally resting the jagged edge on the skin as she feels a sharp touch from the weapon in hand.
She was just about to push strength into her grasp and slicing through the life she had when a strong hand took hold of the piece through her grasp and threw it out the open second floor window on the left side of her room.
"Why be so foolish for something unworthy?" Tony tells her, taking hold of her soft right hand.
When he saw her large pair of eyes with its long eyelashes wet his heart warmed for her and connected to this pain.
Those longing eyes of a crestfallen winged angel which seems to be begging for his help and saving. But with thorns that of a graceful rose afraid for anyone seeing her depth.
'Who���s this? His face looks so familiar,' her heart unknowingly thumps quickly in her chest seeing those piercing eyes caringly observing her. It was with such a perceptiveness that all her hidden pains could be seen through bared in front of him.
Turning her hand over Tony notices the small bleeding wound from before on Zetian's hand that he had seen in the forest. He reached into his ropes and took out a small porcelain bottle.
Unplugging the cork that's stuffed over the opening there was a refreshing smell of herbal medicine washed into the room. Taking hold of a handkerchief he softly dabs it on the wound.
Seeing that the stranger is trying to put something over her wound Zetian tries to tug her hand away from his strong grasp, "What are you doing? Let go!"
Grabbing hold of hand a little tighter he stares into her eyes with seriousness, "Stop making a fuss! Can't you see I'm taking care of your wound."
"Who are you anyways? I don't need you to take care of me," saying with a sense of independence and pride in her voice as she pouts her cheek in annoyance. But she's putting less resistance in her tug as her eyes watch guarded in defence.
Seeing those adorable eyes looking at him in annoyance made Tony giggle a little. Which only Zetian feels even more ashamed of being treated like a little immature girl not of equals.
"It will be just a minute," returning her pouting annoyance for him with a warm smile. As he carefully dabs the wounded spot with the wetted handkerchief.
"Ah!" wincing a bit from the sharp tingling in the wound when it touched against the strange medicine.
Seeing that she's uncomfortable from the effect he tells her, "I'll be more gentle."
She averts her eyes away while bearing the pain, showing a bit of the toughness of her nature. For some reason she finds it strange she can trust the care of an unknown gentleman.
Finishing putting the last tiny touch on the wound Tony let's go of his grasp on her soft hand. Telling her, "Alright it's done."
Taking her hand away quickly as even one more second under his polite care would be tragic harm to her proud independent self. Saying to Tony with a funny stare, "You better pray it is not worst from your ointment or els-"
Her words were stopped when she took a look to see that the fresh wound on her fingers were completely healed without a hint of scratch. Turning her hand back in forth to make sure that it's not a falseness of perceptivity.
'It's completely healed!' Zetian looks with sudden admiration of the gentleman smiling back at her with warmth and an expression of usualness.