Chapter 347
A destroyed wall could be rebuilt and a wound could be healed. But the whole incident dealt a massive blow to Cheng Dalei's spirit.
At this moment, he was sitting in a wooden barrel, shrouded in rising mist, his drenched hair hanging wet over his shoulders. Su Ying was carefully wiping his back with a damp towel.
Cheng Dalei's body was covered in wounds, some caused by bricks, others from falls. Every time the wet towel traced over them, his muscles involuntarily twitched.
Upon seeing this, Su Ying was taken aback and asked, "How could you do this to yourself?"
Cheng Dalei didn't answer, just covered his face with his hands.
"Now everyone outside is saying that you've gone crazy, obsessed with tearing down walls."
