The figure he called was sitting on the bed while leaning his back. He did not look up or spared a glance for him. One of his eye wrapped in bandages. His torso was full of blisters and tearing and ... Ling Huansheng stared fearfully the thin blanket which covering Ling Feng's legs looked out of balance. He looked back at his brother's face. His one fine eye staring blankly.
"He has been like this since he woke up a week ago."
Unexpectedly the woman in the room spoke. Either to him or to his father.
"At that time, we heard a big bang and gunfire in our western region. When we arrived at the scene, we found several people lying with gunshot wounds and some destroyed by grenades. Within ten people we found, only he that we could save."
The room fell into silence. "He ... departed with his team." Ling Tian's voice sounded far away.
"So why does he look like that?" Ling Huansheng averted his eyes. He was unable to see Ling Feng's current state.
