Are You Afraid?

"Unstable?" Mu Yuze echoed the unfamiliar word which he could never associate with He Juan, feeling a strange pang deep within his heart. "Why?"

Jia Molei let out a sigh while pinching his brows. He had no idea how to word it so that Mu Yuze could understand. But then, he suddenly felt weird talking about such a topic in the dingy and smelly storage room with dead fishes all over the floor and two bodies that were better off dead. Thus he shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about this here. Can you stand up? I need to have a better look on your head to make sure whether you have a fucking concussion or not."

Mu Yuze nodded and tried to stand up, but then his legs abruptly gave up beneath him and he sat on the ground again. "Huh…?" he blinked, taken aback.