The young man sat up slowly, cradling his cheek.
his expression somewhere between confusion and disbelief .
His fingers trembled as they touched the burn— it burned and stung upon touch.
"You… you burned me…" he murmured, voice hollow.
His lips parted slightly, eyes glassy with disbelief.
His hand reached out to the side, brushing over the surface of a discarded soda can. Its reflective surface caught the warehouse's dim light, offering a warped mirror.
He held it up, turning it slightly, and stared.
There it was—raw, blistered skin, curling slightly at the edges. A second-degree burn. Ugly and cruel.
Yunfeng stood up again slightly swaying a few feet away, breathing heavily.
"That's what you get for sneaking in and attacking my family," Yunfeng said coldly. "You better leave… or you'll have it worse."
The young man looked up at him—confused, broken.
He wasn't crying, but something in his gaze crumpled.
