"Zhuo Xia, age 19 when he died… tsk, tsk. He is too young." Huo Ling shook his head in sympathy as he read Zhuo Xia's biography. "Also, an orphan." He sighed.
"He is more miserable than you." Yi Bing can't help but comment when he remembered that Huo Ling always died at the age of 23, and also an orphan.
Huo Ling raised his head and glared at him. "You still want to make fun of me?!" he asked.
Yi Bing looked away and just gazed outside at the scenery while they ride on a boat. Qian San, Wu Ling, Shi Yi and Qi Bai saw that Yi Bing remained silent while Huo Ling reviewed his assignment's biography. They conscientiously read their assignments' biographies, too.
Huo Ling can't help but sigh again as he read further Zhuo Xia's biography. Zhuo Xia actually was born into a wealthy household. But, suddenly, in just one night, his whole family was massacred. He became orphan in just a night. His family's friends, however, didn't take him in.
