Fatty glanced at the person on the ground.
Night of Roses, his face pale, had his eyes tightly closed.
He must have heard Han Shan's words earlier, but he didn't react at all.
Fatty watched as the teen's eyelashes flickered.
Maybe the boy knows there's no hope for him, and wants to utter something suave like 'leave me here,' but he doesn't dare speak. He can only close his eyes tightly, waiting for the others' decision. He's afraid too.
Without a word, Fatty squatted down, pulled the young boy from the corner, and hoisted him onto his back.
Han Shan watched in silence.
Fatty felt the muscles in the young boy's body seem to relax the instant he lifted him.
He heard a faint sigh near his ear.
Fatty then spoke, "Nothing is absolute. What if there's a turn for the better?"
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, seeming to want to leave the room.
However, Fatty had only taken two steps with the person on his back when he heard a rustling noise from outside.
