The man in front of him was He Jie, whose wounds hadn't fully healed yet. He stepped out for some air while Han Qin went back to prepare food and happened upon the battle ahead.
He was wearing a blue-green windbreaker, his muscular upper body half-naked, mostly wrapped in white bandages, and one hand hung in front of him, resembling a wounded black bear. Instead of appearing weak, he seemed even more dangerous.
He Jie knew what he was being asked and straightforwardly replied, "No."
Jiao Ting sighed inwardly, having already extinguished that sliver of hope, but couldn't help igniting it upon seeing someone similar.
His rationality restrained him from asking further.
