Chapter 63 CHAPTER

CHAPTER 63

JOAQUIN WAS speechless as he felt Irlan standing motionless outside their tent the morning right after the party. His smell was particularly bad. His body reeked the scent of poison.

"Irlan..." He closed his eyes firmly before opening them again.

Joaquin saw him.

The young man's face was green and the way he stood bordered on passing out. Lance was three steps away from them. The way his face contorted into shock made Joaquin nervous somehow.

"Joaquin... your eyes are black."

'So this is how Lance look like all these years.' Joaquin smiled briefly at him. The last time he had seen Lance is when they were both young.

It was surprising to see him in his matured body. He always thought that Lance's voice doesn't suit the image of a young man in his mind.

"You don't have to worry about this." Joaquin referred to his sight. "At times like this, it's important that I can see so I can help now that Irlan was poisoned."