103 3.36 Buried with the Sands of Time pt.4

The next time Thanh Van woke, he was lying on soft sheets, the familiar scent of incense drowned out by the note of burning pear wood, sweet, intoxicating.

"How are you feeling?" 

Thanh Van's eyes blinked wide open at the familiar voice that came by his side. 

The bastard was sitting only a few inches away from his knee- on the same bed.

Mo Yang, Kim Jihun - whoever this bastard was - flinched at the death stare, smiling apologetically at him. The black eye had healed quite fast, now only a green and yellowish ring around the right eye. The eyelid drooped over the runny orb. 

Although Thanh Van knew gods - this guy had to be some god or immortal to add that mark on him - would heal fast, it was still satisfying to see his fist make at least that much damage in his most frail state.