Obvious Results (I)

Feng Ren and his son were sitting in the carriage. The sound of the cartwheel jerking along with the hustle and bustle was heard from the inside of the carriage, but it was never able to break the strange silence between the two.

After a long time, Feng Ren sighed and asked gently, "Does your arm still hurt?"

Feng Jin had been sitting rigidly. His face was unusually pale and his thin lips were a little pallid. The doctor had already stopped the bleeding of the wound on his right arm and bandaged it up. Half of his sleeve and arm was stained with blood that had yet to dry up. The whole carriage reeked of blood. He looked quite shabby.

"It's not that painful anymore…" Feng Jin answered, lowering his gaze. Then, he asked hesitantly, "Father, the government…"