Waking up once again, Song Yun saw only the slightly dim light.
With the lights on, it must be evening.
Song Yun raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling as if he'd been unconscious for a long time; his eyes could hardly adjust to the light, even a tiny bit.
Dazzling.
Song Yun tried to move his body a little.
But he found that his body couldn't move at all.
His entire body was wrapped in bandages, indeed all over, even his Little Song Yun was wrapped.
This was absolutely not a joke.
In the battle against Song Kunlun, the injuries Song Yun's body suffered were tremendous, and with the two of them fighting like that, who knew when Little Song Yun might get caught in the crossfire? Even if it wasn't directly hit, being tugged at would already be painful as hell.
Don't think every victor looks glamorous; most of the time, even if Song Yun won, he was in a wretched state, far from looking like a heroic figure.
