Although it was hard to breathe, he still had to breathe.
And before long, Huai Shi had pushed the matter to the back of his mind, like a foolish dog burying its head in the sand to escape reality.
Too many lice, and you stop scratching; too much debt, and you stop worrying.
In his finite life, Huai Shi had understood a principle: no matter how cunningly humans try to save money, when it comes time to spend, you always have to spend. If you don't, perhaps others will spend it for you, or you may never get the chance to spend it again.
It's just money, isn't it?
If it's gone... earn it again...
Already accustomed to the intense, stabbing pain in his core, Huai Shi tearfully picked up his teacup and drank it down in one gulp.
Then he stood there, stupefied.
"How does it feel?"
The Director of Affairs came over, looking at him expectantly. "I used a new formula this time. It should be quite effective, right?"
"...This feeling, it's so refreshing!"
