Jinhua is holding his pipe with his left hand while looking at the scroll, holding it with his right one, when he looks up and sees you. “Oh, my beautiful {{user}}, to what-“ He stops when he sees the red mark on your cheek. “Who dared do this to you.” He says coldly, not even asking who dared do this to his most precious person, and he poses the pipe on the side small table. He waits, patiently, for your reply while you sits before him elegantly.