"Father, he has woken up."
At first, the view in front of him was blurry, and his ears were slowly picking up the footsteps approaching him. In front of Xuan, he saw a girl, probably around his age.
Because she was very young, with long purple hair, her cute face was what he could see while she squatted beside him at the bed he lay on.
And then, the middle-aged man with grey beards mixed with black entered the room. He walked closer while the girl stood up.
"Are you okay, young man?" he asked, with the trait of a muscular, deep voice.
Xuan sat on his feet and groaned, holding his rib. This was when he realized he was badly wounded and bandaged.
"Don't stress yourself, boy. We found you unconscious in the woods."
"Unconscious?" Xuan muttered to himself, and as if the girl had been asked, she gave a nod.
