Injury
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Both of them did not speak as they continued looking at each other.
Feixiang Lin was feeling rather complicated as he stared at Dai Li. Dai Li did not look away, watching him, expecting him to say something. It was as if time was frozen, yet the atmosphere was not an awkward one.
Gradually, Feixiang Lin's facial expression began to change, as if he had been in a difficult emotional struggle. After a long while, he sighed and said, "I think you have probably realized that my legs are almost wasted, and that I am a useless man now, haven't you?"
Dai Li did not reply. He thought the "wasted" and "useless" sounded a bit too harsh. He could not believe that Feixiang Lin would even use them to describe himself.