When Mo Liang showed up at the house later, he was in a foul mood and covered in even more bruises than Jingzhe. He looked like he had been in a fight with a hurricane and the hurricane had won. His face was a canvas of bruises and cuts and his hair stuck out in wild tufts as if the wind had taken a personal grudge against him. A large chunk of hair was absent in the middle of his head as if he had grown a bald spot overnight.
His blue astronaut jacket had been sliced in many places that it was falling apart. His right and left eyes were swollen shut. He could hardly walk on his own and he was being supported by a royal agent.
"Now this is a good look for you." Feng Qi commented. She looked at Waning, the royal agent that was supporting Mo Liang and she snickered.
