Meanwhile…
Morris Liu arrived at the silent home that he rarely dwelled in as he was only reminded of the remnants of Lexi. He headed straight to the kitchen counter and without further ado, he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it to the wine glass until it was half-filled.
The last time he was in his own house, Morris Liu had an encounter with an apparition that talked to him until he fell asleep. Although it was silly, however, the very reason why he went home was that he needed someone to talk to him— even if it was the blunt imaginary friend.
"Well, well, well, Oi Morris Liu! When I told you to do what you initially want, I didn't mean that you should go back to Lexi's life!" Like a mother that witnessed her child going home late, Churu stumped her foot on the surface of the small table on the living area while her hand was crossed on her flabby belly.
