"Stop!" In front of a pile of toppled ruins, Xiao Lin leaped high and landed in front of the person ahead of him. Behind the veiled face were eyes he knew well. "Should I call you DOMO now, or Liang Hu?"
Xiao Lin didn't miss the perfectly intact hand; he vividly remembered he had forcefully torn off this arm in that dark alley. From the fingertips to the veiled face, to the answer Hong Lian provided, his mind went blank for a moment.
The intact hand pulled down the veil to reveal a resolute face, always unyielding, never knowing what weakness was. On the battlefield, this person always charged forward, leaving others to cover him from behind, using those hands to create more time and space to treat injuries.
