"This doesn't seem like something Yixuan would do."
Shujun thought to himself that whether it was for the greater good or due to Yixuan's character, even if that monstrosity was overly offensive, Yixuan couldn't possibly do such a thing.
As he was pondering, Shujun suddenly felt dizzy, his face turning pale as death in an instant. Fortunately, Yue Ning's quick reflexes caught him, preventing a fall to the ground.
"Third Brother?" Yue Ning was startled.
Shujun weakly waved his hand, "I'm fine, really."
But Yue Ning felt something wet when he touched his brother's back—a pus-filled liquid, filthy yellow in color. He was slightly stunned, and then he tore open Shujun's shirt with one swift move.
The sight of Shujun's back covered in wounds, those that were a few days old now festering with pus, pained Yue Ning's eyes.
"Third Brother..."
He couldn't help but lament miserably, "Why... why is our fate so harsh?"
