Outside The Window

For some reason, from the time Thirteenth Wang appeared for the first time that snowy night, he trusted Fan Xian a great deal. Otherwise, he would not be sleeping like an infant in the room now. Fan Xian looked in a daze at the fainted young man on the bed. Scratching his head, he couldn't think of an appropriate word to describe his present emotions.

The basin was filled with bloody water and strips of cloth. It was bright red and gave off a faint stench of blood. It had taken a great deal for Fan Xian to remove the leather coat from Thirteenth Wang's body. The blood inside and outside the coat had long congealed into chunks and mixed with the grasslands sand. It had become like glue, sticking firmly to Thirteenth Wang's body.