Liang Yin didn't reach out to take it for a long time, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.
He lowered his eyes to look at his left hand, where half of the palm was missing, wrapped in layer upon layer of thick gauze, just discharged from the hospital a week ago.
The honors he wore on his body had indeed been exchanged with his life; at the border, in an effort to rescue hostages, he had narrowly escaped death, breaking four ribs and losing half of his palm to save his own life.
He had returned to Bai City a month ago.
After lying in the hospital for close to half a month, he hadn't left the Liang Family home until today's commendation ceremony when he showed his face for the first time.
Unsurprisingly, everyone looked at him with eyes full of pity, concern; they comforted him, encouraged him...
He smiled all the while, indifferent.
