[Streetwise thug Qi Jun]??[Delicate, scholarly doctor Ji Han]
A small country torn by war was hit by an enemy air raid. Its bustling city was razed to the ground in an instant. Still, some lucky people managed to survive.
Qi Jun: What the @##?/#! I went to prison and somehow this is what I got out of it?!
Ji Han: Does anyone have a Band-Aid? Does anyone have a Band-Aid? I need to find a Band-Aid.
This is my first original story, so some parts may be melodramatic. Feedback is welcome. Trolls, please move along.
This story was written with help from +@jiu Jiu+.
Readers, do me a favor and give it a chance!
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