"It's me, I'm still alive." Mo Han stepped closer, his body covered in scars, his clothes ragged, but his eyes remained bright, sparkling with a steadfast light.
Luo Chen rushed forward and hugged Mo Han tightly, too excited to speak.
"It's wonderful, you're alive, really wonderful!" Luo Chen's voice choked with emotion, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"I'm okay, see, I'm fine?" Mo Han patted Luo Chen's back, comforting him, "But look at yourself, how did you get so battered?"
"Don't bring it up, it's for avenging you." Luo Chen released Mo Han and wiped his tears, "By the way, your uncle? How is he?"
Mo Han's eyes darkened at the mention, and he lowered his head, his voice grave: "My uncle... he sacrificed himself to save me."
Luo Chen was silent, unsure of how to comfort Mo Han, only patting his shoulder quietly.
"By the way, why are you here?" Mo Han asked, "Weren't you at the Alliance Headquarters?"
