Blood stained Feng Yi's clothes. At this moment, he didn't want to give up. He scrutinized his own heart, knew he was one of those lonely people who seldom comprehended the ties of sentimental restraint, sometimes even intentionally evading something - but he had already lost too much - memories, kinship. The world was sometimes repulsive; even innocent children were not spared from such malicious acts.
Feng Yi rose, fetched his shivering military knife, bit his teeth and repeatedly stabbed his arm, dislodging all fragments of the bullet. He then quickly tore a corner of his garment to bandage and fasten a knot around the wound on his arm.
He would avenge Guo Guo's pain. Evil must meet with appropriate punishment. The past him would only do what he believed was right. But the moment he put on the mask left by Grandpa Lasso, he was not only carrying something as simple as honor, but also the principles he stood by.