Xin Su walked outward with an expressionless face. The pain radiating from his leg felt as if it had been severed from his senses; he walked faster and faster until, in the end, he was practically dragging his leg, which protested with every step, and broke into a run.
Not until his left leg could no longer bear the strain and collapsed into spasms did Xin Su slump down against a dim utility pole.
Cold sweat covered his forehead. The pain he had been deliberately suppressing moments ago now surged back with merciless force. Yet, amidst this self-inflicted torture, Xin Su felt a strange sense of clarity.
Chapter 195