Bare-skinned and bound to the wooden rack, Gao Jian faintly lifted his head. His eyes were closed, and his eye sockets were sunken. On that iron rack displaying vials, one of the bottles soaked a pair of bloody eyeballs.
Those eyeballs were his.
Scooped out forcibly by Pei Yu!
"You're here."
Gao Jian was very weary, his former arrogance, his invincibility, now completely extinct from his being. It made sense, after almost a year being confined in the dark room, being tortured by Pei Yu like that. He had resisted, retaliated, despaired, been bewildered, gone mad, but it was all in vain.
What remained was only an overwhelming exhaustion.
Luo Yang opened the food box and took out a plate, accustomed to such tasks. With a pair of chopsticks, he fed Gao Jian some food. When Gao Jian choked, he patted his back, then helped him drink some water.
After Gao Jian had finished eating, Luo Yang sat cross-legged on the ground and remained still.
Gao Jian was also very quiet.
