Zhou Sisi shambled toward Wang Tong. As soon as she saw the wound on Wang Tong's arm, she asked incredulously, "Are you crazy? Why didn't you get out of the way?" She tore off a strip of her shirt and started to dress the wound for Wang Tong.
Wang Tong smiled blankly as he was also perplexed by his action. He thought perhaps he had been craving for the smell of blood so much that he didn't even care if it was his own blood.
He was only fifteen when he had to face the terrible world all by himself and was traumatized by it. It was evident that the trauma had affected him in a very dark way.
Despite the thirst for blood he had buried deep down, the Tactics of the Blade were able to allow him to regain conscience when his sword was only inches away from reaching his twisted desires.
Wang Tong stood still as Zhou Sisi tended his wound. Eventually, he loosened his grip and let the sword drop onto the ground as he slowly gathered himself from the thrill of the battle.
