Chen Zhixing turned his head to look.
In the dark cage, a boy appearing twelve or thirteen years old, with a body as thin as a stick, shackles on his wrists and ankles, was crouched in one corner of the cage hugging his knees.
The white hemp clothes on the boy were filthy, stained with blood, some of which had long since dried and turned into black smears.
Other stains were recent, crimson and glaring.
His face was a ghastly pallor.
When Chen Zhixing looked at him, he too raised his head to look at Chen Zhixing.
In those distinctly black and white eyes, Chen Zhixing saw no vitality or hope.
Chen Zhixing looked at the boy, and inexplicably a certain kind of animal appeared in his mind.
A dog.
A homeless dog, harboring hostility against the entire world.
"Truly a gaze worthy of admiration."
Chen Zhixing looked at the boy with interest and casually asked, "What's your name?"
The boy looked at Chen Zhixing but didn't answer.
