"Many years later, after Bai Bufan had finished playing his last game in Pingjiang City and had his last meal, he recalled today's vows, gave a bleak and hopeless smile, put on a decent second-hand counterfeit suit, walked emptily to the bathroom, and ended his life by drowning himself in a spotlessly clean toilet."
Bai Bufan: "?"
Wait.
"Damn it, all you gave me was a suit and a cleaned toilet!! And it's a second-hand counterfeit suit! This isn't the kind of decency I wanted, you bastard! Does it really have to be drowning in a toilet? At least mention a bathtub! Can't a bathtub work?"
Bai Bufan grabbed Lin Li's sleeve and roared loudly.
Lin Li shook his head without hesitation: "What are you thinking? How could your crappy rental have something like a bathtub? The bathroom's just two square meters; you usually squat on the toilet lid to shower."
Bai Bufan: "?"
He was completely stunned.
It seemed to make some sense.
