Feng Yang calls for his younger brother who is covered in blood from head to toes.
"Xiao Jing?"
The echoing wails of the former Major General Navi Itri and his spoiled prince-like son, Navi Naja resound all over the place. The soreness and discomfort are evident with how much their struggles are on the ground. The pain was tormenting enough that they couldn't even hold back their screams until their voices had gone hoarse.
Feng Jing, who heard someone call his name, looked at the source and saw his relatives and husband coming over. The expression on his face couldn't help but be mellow at their presence especially upon seeing his other half.
"Sisi! Big brothers! Big Sis! Your meeting is over?" asked Feng Jing with a gentle smile. If not because he is completely dyed in the blood that this scene would look warm but right now it also felt surreal and a bit eerie.
