In a beautiful, moving fairy tale, when the Princess is surrounded by a pack of villains, a prince on a white horse is supposed to charge in, sword in hand, and rescue her.
Huo Deng thought that right now, Huo Jia looked just like that white horse.
He strode straight toward the circle of people.
As he got closer, he could hear cheerful laughter coming from the crowd.
He heard the frivolous laughter of men, saying things like, "I like you."
...
'How tacky.'
'Saying you like someone on the very first day.'
An image flashed through Huo Jia's mind: some of the foul young masters he'd seen in high society, sneering as they harassed young women.
The thought disgusted him, and he quickened his pace. He reached out, pushed through the circle with his long arm, and barked, "What do you think you're doing?"
