"Who can do it with a boring woman like her? I can't even get it to stand with her lying there like a dead fish. You reckon you can do better than me, brother?"
Lu Yi froze.
Now that his hands stopped moving, the cartoon avatar within the phone kept running forward until it died from an enemy attack.
He remembered Yan Huan telling him that he and Fang Zhu's relationship was respectful but icy. They bore no children.
He shook his head, sympathizing with the whiny man before him.
He saw himself from his previous life in that man.
The man gazed at the ceiling and sighed.
"My life is ruined."
Lu Yi tapped 'revive', and the cartoon avatar came back to life, stood up again and raced forth.
So was mine, he thought, during my previous life.
Inside the toilet, Yan Huan twisted the tap open and put her hands below the sink. There were still wounds on them, but they were mostly scabbing and healing.
