C302 Worn-out Head

When Ye Chengsong left the hospital, it was already dawn. The middle of summer had already ended. The morning breeze was mixed with the moisture of the sea and brought with it a slight chill. He was still wearing the T-shirt from yesterday. There was a hole near his waist, and the blood had dried up. It was hard to see through the dark cloth, but the hole could not hide the white gauze underneath