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Jian
The moment Jian woke, he knew something was wrong. He could feel it, a pain in his chest. He jolted up in bed, cursing himself for falling asleep at all.
Hua never returned, but he’d tried to reach her throughout the night, tried to tell her everything was going to be okay, that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. At least, that was what he’d planned to say each time he pounded on Luca’s door.
She’d refused to open it, refused to see him.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore the sharp stab of pain radiating out from the wound in his side. Glancing down, he stared at the blood-stained bandage.
Blood had seeped onto the bed, too much blood.
The smart thing to do would have been to search for the healer, to take care of the wound.
But Jian didn’t want to be smart. He only
