C134 Dream-talking

Ling Mochen's eyes were slightly closed, sleepy, dull, and lifeless. The blood on his face was washed away by sweat and tears, making him look miserable. Blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth in such a way that Ling Mochen couldn't control it.

His hair was a mess and his body was dirty. It was as if he had crawled out from a pile of corpses