Old Bamboo brought a pair of scissors. He sat on the desk right across from Mei. His sunken eyes started brimming with radiating vigor as he watched her body turning into a faint struggle. His long thumb stroked the smooth edge of the scissors. The two sharp blades opening and closing almost appeared at the same rate as her knees folding and straightening. His face began to blush. But he had to wait till a bossy female voice diverted his attention.