While speaking, Sawyer San suddenly shook his arm violently, almost overturning the backpack that Sullivan Si was holding up.
Sullivan Si took back his backpack in a panic and stared at Sawyer San again.
Sawyer San whispered "Sorry" in a low voice and pressed his right arm hard with his left hand. A thin stream of sweat broke out on his pale and purple face.
The skin on his injured arm also began to slowly turn purple. The purple-red blood vessels under the skin were like lightning in the night sky, quickly spreading from his right hand to his shoulder, and finally pierced through the cuff.
With a bang, Sawyer San stood up suddenly, still holding his arms tightly.
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