Baili Moqing’s face was grim. His pale, slender fingers, exposed outside his heavy cloak, gripped the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly that his fingernails, once tinged with a soft pink, had turned deathly white.
That incident was the greatest humiliation of his life. Yet now, he was forced to endure others mocking and ridiculing him for it, unable to do a thing in return.
"I remember your aim was quite good last time."
Chapter 44