An hour later, Lin Xueyi and Yang Fei returned to the living room and lay down to rest.
This time, Yang Fei came back with a dozen more scars on his body.
There were linear scars, clearly from sharp weapons, and more bullet holes, all gunshot wounds.
Especially on his lower abdomen and chest, two gaping wounds had scabbed over but still showed how severe the injuries were at the time.
Under Yang Fei's powerful self-healing ability, these wounds had already begun to scab over.
Maybe in another ten days, they could return to normal.
However, Lin Xueyi still felt immense heartache.
She couldn't imagine the amount of pain Yang Fei had endured at the time, after all, it's flesh and blood.
Every time Yang Fei returned from a mission, he bore these chaotic scars on his body.
And this time, there were two wounds clearly near his heart and lower abdomen.
No matter how uninformed Lin Xueyi was, she knew these two wounds.
