Where we are going? To hell... Let's go.

When the sun's rays kissed his face, his eyes fluttered to get open after long hours of sleep.

"Xiao Xing..." A soft voice called him out of his unconscious mode. "Hey... You up?" Zhao Zhang asked him with a lot of care.

"Zhao Zhang..." Xiao Xing sat up on the bed in haste and immediately hissed when touched his injured hands on the bed.

"Xiao Xing, careful. Your hands have wounds."

"That's okay but tell me is my sister okay?"

"We don't know where is she? It's like she was never there. There is absolutely no clue about her." Hearing the answer his heart sank into his stomach.

"Yesterday night you again passed out." Zhao Zhang checked for the temperature.

"It is okay now. Tell me how you came here? Mo Jin told me that you were not feeling okay but tell me the truth is it because of what happened that day?" Zhao Zhang's face paled hearing the question.

"I was not feeling well"