In this life, if a person can find even one friend willing to risk their life for them, that life is worth living.
Hou Yong had three such friends right before his eyes; if he looked in a mirror, that would make four.
"Old Hou, you’ve done a damn fine job living your life."
Qu Yiheng sighed softly, then hoisted himself up and headed into the restroom, closing the door behind him. More than half an hour later, he emerged. His face and hair were washed, but because of the inconvenience of his single good hand, his trousers were soaked through.
Chapter 325