"It doesn't look good." I say moving my arm around.

However... it's far superior to both my arms. Yanli touches my hand. I draw back. I hate it when others touch me. Most people hurt and abuse me. I pull up my black cloak.

"Wei Ying, what happened to you?" Lan Zhan asks.

"I've opened my eyes. I've been hurt for three years, and everyone will know death." I hiss.

My friend comes from behind Jiang Cheng. He jumps. Lan Zhan's eyes widen. Yanli almost screamed. I reach out my hand. He jumps onto it. Everyone looks at me like I'm some sort of freak.

"This belongs to you." Jiang Cheng gives me my sword.

I put my hand around the handle. I hiss as it burns my hand. I pull my hand back. I look at the smoke. 

"Xian!" Yanli yells.

"Watch it." I hiss. 

I turn. Jiang Cheng grabs my cloak. He pulls it. No... I don't want them to see this. See my wound.

"Wei Wuxian, you are not walking away!" He pulls my cloak off.

I jump back. It reveals the worst wound I got. I grab the wound. Blood spills out. Yanli and Lan Zhan's eyes widen. Yeah, I lost an arm. It surprisingly hurt a lot more than I suspected. They cut it to my chest. I don't have anything left on my right arm. Nothing. 

"Jiang Cheng!" I growl.

My friend jumps on Jiang Cheng and grabs his neck. I let out an angry breath. This was going to come out I suppose. Yanli screams. I roll my eyes.

"Let him go." I say.

My friend drops Jiang Cheng. I walk over and grab my cloaks. I pull them up. It's hard with one arm. Surprisingly, Lan Zhan helps me pull my cloaks up. I look at him in surprise.