Weeks after the conflict happened in Busan.

It was relieving to see Jinrang awake and healthy after his temporary coma, but due to his amputated left arm…things have been difficult for him.

Currently, Jinrang was eating some miso soup peacefully. It wasn’t too hard, since his dominant hand was the right one, but he kept glancing at the amputated left arm, which was covered by layers of bandages.

As he took another sip, he felt a sharp pain in the same arm and nearly dropped the bowl of miso soup in his hand, before putting it down, sighing deeply and closing his eyes. “Haa…”

“I’m going to have to get used to this, huh.” Jinrang mumbled in a slightly dejected voice, which was (halfway) covered by a stoic tone.