Noah’s wrists were covered in severe wounds.

Jane held Noah’s arms with both of her hands and asked in tears, “Noah, you…what happened to you?”

Noah’s mother rushed over, crying. “My son, what happened to you? Who hit you?”

Noah smiled instead. “Mom! We’ve been set up. Both you and Jane should run away as far as you can go.”

“No…”

“Who was it who beat you up so badly?” Jane cried.

Noah shook his head. “We’re no match for them, Jane. I’m fine. Take my mother with you and go far away.