"Are you alright?" Mu Yuan asked. He had seen the scene that day. The little sailor was a piece of delicious cake in the eyes of the group of burly men. If a few of them surrounded him and ate, they would eat him up until he had no bone marrow.
The little sailor threw the things in his hand and said angrily,"you should care about yourself!"
He left in a rage out of embarrassment. Mu Yuan thought to himself that he should not have been a busybody. Everyone had their own way of survival, and this was the way a little sailor lived.
A burning pain came from his wound again. Mu Yuan thought to himself that he had to hold on. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up. He had to live.
Go home alive!