Zheng Fan sat by the small stream, holding a handful of melon seeds he had grabbed from the dinner table earlier. Cracking them one at a time, he spat the shells into the blood-red stream.
After discovering Sister Ting was still alive, Chief Zheng's mood improved considerably. The previous gloom, confusion, and the feverish feeling in his head seemed to have lessened significantly.
Even the sound of the Jingnan Army soldiers repeatedly stabbing corpses to ensure they were dead wasn't as jarring to his ears anymore.
Has he adapted? Oh no, probably just become numb.
This truly is a goddamned world.
Chief Zheng suddenly felt a pang of regret.
