Wei Qi
When you wake up, the warmth in your body returns slowly. At first, you can only feel the cold, then the weight of something pressing down on you, and finally, warmth. You open your eyes; the ceiling of the cave is grayish-brown, with water droplets seeping through the cracks in the stone. You turn your head. He is kneeling a few paces away, head bowed, his back bent like a broken blade. There is a deep gash on his temple, its edges red and already congealed. The corner of his mouth is also split, covered in a thin scab.Faça login para continuar a conversa.