The dizziness in his brain wouldn't stop, and his vision was turning black in waves, his body swaying unsteadily.
The thick stench of blood made his already scarred stomach churn incessantly.
"Mu Han..." The doctor spoke out in concern.
"...I'm fine." His breathing grew increasingly unstable, as if a crack had opened in his chest, continuously oozing blood.
No.
You cannot die.
You promised to take care of me forever.
I have only you, you can't abandon me like they did.
Brother, can you hear me, you cannot die.
Don't you want to know what happened to me before? I'll tell, I'll say everything, whatever you want to know, I'll tell you.
I beg you not to leave me alone.
I'm scared.
Tears surged up, blurring his eyes, blocking his vision.
He blinked rapidly twice, the tears falling under the mask.
The young man's eyes never left the drunkard's face, even noticing his tear-hiding actions.
Brother Mu Han...
Once more.
Who exactly are you?
