A fierce wind whipped against his cheeks, and coarse grains of sand stung Wen Yu's face.
As the stinging pain registered, Wen Yu gradually regained consciousness.
He felt a slight swaying beneath him and realized he was on someone's back.
Wen Yu pried his eyes open slightly, but all he could see was complete darkness.
He couldn't see a thing!
"I'm blind..." Wen Yu managed a hoarse sound, and a sharp pain shot through his throat.
"Yeah, you're badly injured!" said the person carrying him. "I'm actually surprised you're still alive!"
Wen Yu recognized the voice. It was Sun Ruixing.
"Yeah, I can't feel anything; it's like I'm paralyzed. Judging by the situation, I'm most likely done for!" Wen Yu assessed the injuries on his body and said, half-joking.
