Su Wensheng stared at the ten-year-old Su Wensheng, the boy still so small, so immature, his thin arms unable to lift heavy objects, yet his eyes held a brightness unfamiliar to him.
"Still want to kill me?" Su Ming'an said, "I'm very curious, if the ten-year-old Su Wensheng dies, what will happen to you, to me. Are you the real Su Wensheng? I can find an answer."
Su Wensheng raised his hand, and the ten-year-old Su Wensheng immediately blocked in front of Su Ming'an, raising his needle-pricked arms like a small wall.
"...Heh." Su Wensheng chuckled softly, his brows and eyes revealing rare bitterness: "I'll come for you later, Su Ming'an."
The light and shadows flickered, and Su Wensheng left. Whether it was due to fear of causal confusion or concern for the young Su Wensheng, nobody knew.
The ten-year-old Su Wensheng pulled Su Ming'an, leading him out of the ward:
"Doctor Su, come with me, I know where our companions are being held."
