WARNING: MENTION OF ABUSE AND VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ IT WITH CAUTION.
Zhu Kang sat there in the dusty room watching the young man mumble Gwyn's name in his disturbed sleep. The poor young man's back was still oozing blood. The dusty mares were covered with new red spots that covered the brown splotches.
He just realized what kind of tragic life the original Zhu Kang led. It made him slightly appreciate his life. Even though he was a system, had his memories wiped, and made to serve people. He was not hurt physically. He was not tortured physically and mentally like this young man was.
This also made him realize how much desperation the original Zhu Kang lived in.
As he was thinking this the small broken door creaked open. a little figure crept in.
The young Zhu who was asleep in the bed suddenly sat up. "What do you want?"
