Chapter 6
[Something juicy is happening—I can smell the drama!]
[I turned my volume to the max, and that other voice… it sounds just like the one from the viral video yesterday.]
[WTF is going on. Didn’t Lin Rui claim that he was the one in that video? Then how do you explain this other voice? And these birds…]
On camera, Lin Rui’s smile stiffened for a brief moment.
The once-obedient sparrows and thrushes had stopped flying in circles. They hovered in mid-air, tilting their tiny heads toward another direction, as if watching something.
Lin Rui’s voice trailed off.
He realized almost instantly—the person from that viral video was nearby and was probably singing right now! Otherwise, the birds wouldn’t be reacting this way. Plus, he could hear faint singing.
Lin Rui’s mind raced for a solution, sweat forming on his forehead.
After a moment, he furrowed his brows slightly and murmured,
“I really didn’t expect this…”
[??? Didn’t expect what???]
[Ruirui, don’t panic! Is there something we don’t know?]
[…Wake up, delusional fans. Your idol’s “superpower” is obviously busted, and now he’s running into the real deal.]
[It’s just another voice, why are these haters acting like they have divine foresight? Poor Ruirui.]
[Then please, Mr. Lin, explain why that voice sounds so similar to the one in the video.]
Lin Rui hesitated for a moment before speaking, his expression a mix of awkwardness and sadness.
“Yesterday, my manager told me that after my street performance video went viral, someone signed up for Stellar Light using the same song I wrote. Though they didn’t sing it very well… Of course, I can confirm that I was the one performing in the video, and I wrote that song. As for why he’s singing it…”
As he spoke, he subtly took a few steps to the side, causing the distant singing voice to become even fainter—too quiet to be heard clearly, even with the volume maxed out.
His vague wording and melancholic expression instantly triggered his fans’ imaginations, and they filled in the blanks themselves.
[I get it now. That guy must be copying Ruirui! He’s jealous that Ruirui went viral…]
[Hugs for my Ruirui. Is that person behind you? He must’ve known you were going live and came to sabotage you… So creepy. Ruirui, be careful! Don’t let some psycho hurt you.]
[Ruirui, you’re too kind. This disgusting leech not only imitates you but is even trying to disrupt your livestream! I’m gagging!!!]
[Can Lin Rui’s fans stop embarrassing themselves? I recorded the whole thing. I’m running a voice analysis right now. Sit tight for the receipts.]
[I turned up my volume too. The singing is really not that great. A poor imitation at best.]
[Then how do you explain the birds’ reactions?]
Because the truth was, several birds had defected just now. Even the sparrow and thrush still perched on Lin Rui’s hands looked visibly unsettled.
“Maybe he just really likes the song I wrote,” Lin Rui dodged the topic of the birds entirely, forcing a smile as he added meaningfully, “But I can’t agree with the way he’s going about it. And honestly, I’ve been training my voice since I was a kid. My teachers always said I had a natural gift—so even if someone else sings the same song, it’s impossible for it to sound the same.”
[So basically, that guy is just a cheap knockoff, hhhhhh]
[For real, his singing isn’t even one ten-thousandth as good as Ruirui’s.]
[Wait, guys, look behind him! There’s someone there!]
Fang Huai was on his way back to the construction site, and this road was the shortest route. As he climbed up the dirt mound, still humming to himself, a flock of birds suddenly flew straight into his arms.
He was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked toward the direction they had come from.
Over there, a tall and slender young man was holding up a “phone,” speaking into it.
Fang Huai: “…?”
It was only at this moment that Lin Rui’s assistant realized something had gone terribly wrong. He rushed over and quickly blocked Fang Huai from view.
Though Fang Huai had only appeared in the frame for a brief moment, he was soon obstructed by the assistant. Meanwhile, Lin Rui swiftly adjusted the camera angle and moved in the opposite direction.
[That one-second glimpse… Why do I feel like that guy looked really handsome?]
[I only saw him for a second, but I recognize those pants. He’s wearing the exact same pants as the guy in the street performance video from yesterday.]
[Handsome? You must be imagining things. I saw him too—he looked ugly as hell. Just a short, ugly construction worker. What makes him think he can compare himself to Ruirui?]
[I’M FUMING!! Hugging my Ruirui tight—this guy has been leeching off Ruirui the whole time, copying everything from his song to his outfit. Now he even showed up today just to stir up trouble on purpose!]
[Who’s copying who isn’t even certain yet.]
[Ruirui has it so rough. He works so hard but never gets famous, and when he finally does, some jealous fraud comes along trying to ride his coattails…]
Lin Rui glanced at the flood of comments, forcing a stiff smile. He didn’t say much, but the faintly pained expression in his eyes and brows made him look like he was struggling to maintain composure.
The sparrow and thrush perched on his fingertips remained listless, reluctant.
“Alright, let’s ignore those bitter people and continue the livestream,” Lin Rui said.
He discreetly moved his right hand behind his back, subtly increasing the dosage of the drug—this way, his control over the birds would be stronger, and he wouldn’t have to worry about any more slip-ups. Of course, this would also cause even greater harm to the birds’ health, but right now, that was the least of his concerns.
[My heart aches for Ruirui… Please take care of yourself.]
[That troublemaker is still lurking behind him. Ruirui, maybe you should stop livestreaming for now…]
Clearing his throat, Lin Rui resumed singing Ten Years.
With the increased dosage, the sparrow and thrush became more obedient, fluttering gracefully in sync with his hand movements once more.
[That imposter should take a good look at how it’s really done, hehe.]
[The comments are making me laugh. How are some people still so blind to reality? Lin Rui’s voice is clearly different from the one in the street performance video!]
[Who remembers… when that other singing voice first appeared, a bunch of birds defected?]
[Who said his “superpower” was fake? Doesn’t this prove it’s real?]
[Exactly! The birds are listening to him perfectly! That fraud could never pull this off, kekeke.]
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin Rui’s assistant was negotiating with Fang Huai.
“Sir, name your price—whatever amount you want,” the assistant said, sweating profusely as he blocked Fang Huai’s path. “Just please don’t step any closer and disrupt Lin Rui’s livestream…”
Fang Huai, however, didn’t respond.
Just moments ago, when the birds flew toward him, Fang Huai instinctively lowered his gaze for a brief glance. Just one look, and his brows furrowed tightly.
…The tits, sparrows, and the few birds around him—all of them were in poor condition.
They didn’t seem like they had many days left to live, shrouded in a sickly aura of impending death.
Some had injuries on their wings, and one bird even had a fractured leg. The wound wasn’t obvious at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the break was clear.
“What’s wrong with you guys…?” Fang Huai cupped the injured yellow finch in his palm, and it nuzzled against him affectionately. “Who bullied you?”
The sparrow tilted its head, its black eyes filled with sorrow as it looked in a specific direction, chirping twice.
Fang Huai: “Hm?”
He followed the sparrow’s gaze and saw the young man from earlier, still speaking into his “phone.” Now, the man had started singing, and two birds were flying in sync with his gestures.
But those two birds… they didn’t look well!
Even from a distance, Fang Huai could tell—the little sparrow’s wing movements were stiff and unnatural, its tiny eyes cloudy and unfocused. The thrush had an injury under its wing—hidden from sight, but its strained movements revealed how deep the wound must have been.
Beyond the two flying birds, five or six cages sat nearby, each containing a bird barely clinging to life.
Assistant: “Sir? Could I ask you to step away for now?”
Fang Huai was silent for a moment. He looked at the struggling birds, then at the cages, before shifting his gaze back to the assistant.
With sincere resolve, he said, “I don’t think I can.”
His light amber eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of defiance.
The assistant hesitated. “Huh?”
Fang Huai spoke as he took two long strides forward.
The assistant immediately realized something was wrong. “Wait—”
On Lin Rui’s side, the singing continued, but the two birds’ movements grew increasingly sluggish.
[I feel like these birds look really sick…]
[Maybe it’s just the environment? There’s a lot of dust in the air.]
[Ruirui’s voice is so beautiful, ahhh! When will he release an album?]
[What happened to that fraud? Did he run away with his tail between his legs?]
The next second, a crisp, piercing whistle cut through the air.
Wheeeet—
The sparrow and thrush, mid-flight under Lin Rui’s command, froze in place.
[What the hell? Couldn’t copy his singing, so now he’s whistling instead?]
[Ugh, can this fraud just leave? Does he have to ruin Ruirui’s livestream? So disgusting.]
[Wait, don’t jump to conclusions—look at the sparrow and thrush!]
The birds’ wingbeats slowed even more, and their eyes drifted away from Lin Rui. Panic flashed across his face as he glanced in the distance. Gritting his teeth, he quickly moved his hand behind his back and increased the dosage again.
Only when the drug reached its peak concentration did the birds sluggishly refocus their gaze on him.
Just as Lin Rui was about to breathe a sigh of relief—
Suddenly, in the very next second—
Lin Rui, his assistant, and the hundreds of thousands of people watching the livestream all heard it at the same time.
——”Little one, grow tall, tall…”
*
Meanwhile, in a high-end apartment in the city center.
Feng Lang idly watched the livestream, a lollipop between his lips.
His long legs were casually crossed, one hand propping up his head, light-colored eyes half-lowered in disinterest.
His features were almost too striking—an androgynous beauty that transcended gender, with elegantly shaped peach blossom eyes, naturally upturned lips, and a loose neckline revealing his collarbones and part of his chest. He yawned, feeling tired from holding his tablet for too long. Instead of adjusting his grip—
——The very next second, without any external support, the tablet hovered in midair. On the screen was Lin Rui’s livestream.
At his feet, a robotic vacuum cleaner moved in circles, its mouth opening and closing mechanically while playing the nagging voice of his manager, “Feng Lang, you have a schedule this afternoon, a schedule, a schedule…”
“Got it.” Feng Lang clicked his tongue, pulling the lollipop from his mouth and casually shoving it into the robot’s “mouth,” jamming it open. “So noisy. This part is getting good.”
With that done, a mischievous glint flashed in his light-gold eyes. He suddenly remembered something. Waving a finger, he summoned his phone through the air.
“Hmm,” Feng Lang’s golden eyes gleamed playfully. With a smirk, he muttered to himself, “Such an interesting scene… wouldn’t it be great if more people got to see it?”
He typed a few words carelessly, hit send on Weibo, then tossed his phone aside.
Half a second later.
A notification popped up on countless phones—his new Weibo post.
[@Feng Lang (Verified)]: I’m watching this little guy’s livestream. Quite interesting. \\ @LinRuiOnADiet(Verified): …”
[Feng Lang, wake up! You’ve name-dropped this D-list guy twice in two days—what are you even after?! Stop flexing your superiority!]
[Is it really that interesting? I’m going to check it out.]
[Me too!]
[Uh…]
[Uh……!]
In an instant, a flood of viewers poured into Lin Rui’s livestream.
They didn’t even have time to figure out what was going on before they heard an unusual, melodious singing voice—
“Little one, grow tall, tall.”
“Growing tall makes for a great stew, tasty and rich with flavor.”
The song was in a dialect—no, not exactly. It wasn’t any modern dialect still in use; rather, it felt more like an ancient tongue, carrying a mysterious yet enchanting cadence.
But more than the language, what truly stood out was that voice.
That youthful voice, flowing like a clear, bubbling spring, wasn’t feminine in the slightest. It was a uniquely pleasant tone—once heard clearly, it could never be mistaken again. Just like Fang Huai himself, it was pure yet distinctive, soothing yet untouched by the mundane, a voice that made people want to listen again and again.
Holding a few birds in his hands, Fang Huai gazed toward Lin Rui. As he sang, he deliberately raised his voice to ensure the two birds could hear him.
The assistant’s face turned pale.
Lin Rui’s entire body stiffened.
The livestream chat froze for a second—then exploded!
[I have a thought…]
[Why do I feel like…]
[Me too…]
[I’m completely dumbfounded right now.]
[Wait, THIS is the real deal, isn’t it?! Where did Lin Rui get the audacity to say someone was copying him???]
[Wait a second—look at the birds!]
Just moments ago, the sparrow and the thrush had looked sickly and weak. But the moment they heard the song, they suddenly seemed different. Their once-dull eyes regained some brightness, their heavy wings fluttered, and they turned toward the source of the voice—struggling but determined, they took flight!
“Wait!”
Lin Rui instinctively tried to regain control over the birds. As he moved, the camera tilted—and just so happened to capture the young man in the background.
——Fang Huai, wearing a yellow safety helmet. The helmet was a little too big, making his small face look even more delicate. There was a smudge of dust on the bridge of his nose, and his entire outfit screamed “construction worker.”
And yet, despite this unremarkable attire, his looks and physique elevated him straight to magazine-cover levels of aesthetics.
Under the dusty sky, strands of his slightly upturned hair peeked out from beneath the helmet. His light amber eyes, clear as a flowing spring, reflected the daylight with an almost translucent glow. His nose, dusted with dirt, had been kissed by the wind, turning a faintly adorable pink. His berry-colored lips were perfectly shaped—innocent yet slightly defiant.
A bead of sweat trailed from his jawline, gliding down his pale neck and collarbone. His tall, slender frame carried a unique youthful charm—sharp yet gentle, striking yet effortless.
In his hands, he cradled a few birds, with another perched on his shoulder. Unlike their tense demeanor with Lin Rui, the birds nestled against Fang Huai with complete trust, visibly at ease.
His berry-colored lips parted slightly as he continued singing softly.
Fang Huai spread his hands open.
Almost instantly, the sparrow and the thrush, after a few unsteady flaps, landed in his palms. Like weary travelers returning home, they closed their eyes and settled in peacefully.
And in the livestream, the sudden turn of events sent the chat into an absolute frenzy, messages flooding in so fast they became unreadable.
[Holy sh*t…]
[This face—I’m suffocating.]
[Is he really just a random worker? A bricklayer?! He looks so unreal! Did a god descend to earth???]
[I think I just fell in love.]
[I have already married this man in my heart. No objections accepted.]
[Standing next to Lin Rui, the difference is night and day. This is like a magic mirror exposing the truth!]
[I CAN’T BREATHE. If this wasn’t a video, I’d swear this man wasn’t real. I’m an art student—I have a natural sensitivity to facial structure. This guy’s face… scientifically speaking, it’s not just attractive—it’s god-tier.]
[I want to block Lin Rui from the screen… I looked at the pretty boy, then back at Lin Rui, and MY EYES ARE BURNING.]
[Can we get more of his singing, please?!]
[Let’s analyze this rationally—did you all see how the birds reacted? They were sick a second ago, and now they’re suddenly full of energy?!]
[Lin Rui is the real fraud here, okay? Not only a fraud, but a cheap knockoff at that. Where does he get the audacity to claim someone else is copying him? I’m dying of laughter.]
At this moment, Lin Rui’s hands were trembling, his face dark as the bottom of a burnt pot.
——How could he have predicted that so many coincidences would stack up like this? Not only had he accidentally chosen a livestream location near the real deal, but that person just happened to be singing—perfectly caught on camera.
And… and why were there so many viewers?!
Lin Rui’s eyes darted to the upper right corner, where the audience count now displayed 200,000. His phone nearly slipped from his grasp in shock. Hadn’t there only been 60,000 viewers when he was singing earlier?! How had it more than tripled? It seemed like the numbers had exploded the moment that young man appeared on screen.
With shaking hands, Lin Rui tried to exit the livestream, but there were too many viewers—the page was lagging. Worse still, he wanted to shift the camera away, to stop showing that impossibly beautiful person in the same frame as himself, but he had already reached the edge of the construction site—there was nowhere left to go!
And so, a full 200,000 people watched as Lin Rui and Fang Huai stood side by side.
Though they were dressed similarly—Lin Rui’s outfit was actually a bit cleaner and better-fitting—anyone with eyes could see that their appearances were worlds apart.
Lin Rui was indeed better-looking than the average person. But compared to the young man behind him, he was instantly exposed, as if standing in front of a magic mirror that revealed the truth. And that wasn’t even mentioning their voices…
As the audience took in the undeniable reality before them, they recalled Lin Rui’s earlier remarks—his various veiled jabs at the so-called “copycat”—and suddenly, things started to click.
The comment section exploded, messages flashing by so fast they were impossible to read.
[Wait, is Lin Rui really a celebrity? Because now that I’m looking closely, his skin isn’t that great, his eyes are kinda small, and his nose is slightly crooked… Something about him just looks off now!]
[My brain has completely short-circuited from looking at that gorgeous guy in the back.]
[Love is like a tornado—I want this young man to marry me on the spot QAQ.]
[That pure, crystal-clear voice… My ears are melting! And to think, Lin Rui’s PR team used to hype him up as having a ‘one-of-a-kind youthful voice’… LMAO.]
[Someone sure had a big ego. Just a moment ago, he was implying the other guy had no talent, a terrible voice, and couldn’t compare even if they sang the same song… Now listen again—who really lacks talent? The answer is painfully obvious.]
[I’m just a casual viewer, but I just realized Lin Rui totally manipulated us. I feel physically ill. That “street performance video” from yesterday—the one that went viral—wasn’t that actually the young man? Lin Rui was never the real deal; he was just trying to ride the wave!]
[And about Lin Rui’s so-called ‘superpower’—what a joke. The birds didn’t even listen to him; they looked sickly the whole time. Meanwhile, in yesterday’s “street performance” video, all the animals reacted to the young man—not just birds, but huskies, cats, squirrels… And just now, when Lin Rui was ‘performing,’ even the stray cats around him didn’t care at all.]
[So if Lin Rui doesn’t have a real ability… how exactly did he control those birds?]
Lin Rui frantically tapped at his screen, but he still couldn’t exit the livestream. Panic surged through him. His face grew darker and darker, a storm of regret, rage, and jealousy churning within him.
Regret—he regretted listening to that fortune teller, regretted choosing to stream here, and regretted not preparing better. If he had been fully prepared, with his PR team backing him and the live broadcast as “proof,” he could have used this incident to skyrocket to fame. This should have been his golden opportunity…
Rage—he was furious at his assistant for failing to stop this, furious at this young man for ruining everything. Why did he have to show up and start singing at that exact moment?!
And jealousy—intense, bitter jealousy. Seeing the boy’s face, hearing his voice, and watching the flood of adoring comments from the audience—Lin Rui’s expression twisted, his features contorting with resentment.
Lin Rui never regretted his initial lies or his act of falsely accusing someone else.
In his mind, that nobody from the countryside was worthless. Even if the kid made it onto the trending charts, it wouldn’t matter—he’d never be able to capitalize on it. Wouldn’t it be better to claim that attention for himself? With that mindset, Lin Rui had long since convinced himself that the supernatural ability, the beautiful voice, the public’s admiration—everything—rightfully belonged to him.
Seeing the flood of comments, he couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, the lagging app started to respond, and Lin Rui immediately exited the livestream—or at least, that’s what he thought he did.
In reality, he hadn’t hit the “end stream” button. He had pressed the lock screen instead. The livestream was still running, the camera and microphone still recording everything.
Believing he was finally off-air, Lin Rui’s barely restrained expression instantly collapsed into something ugly and vicious.
With zero hesitation, he whirled around to face the young man.
“Who the f* do you think you are?! I could sue your ass, do you hear me?!—Do you even know who I am?!”**
His face was livid, dark as a thundercloud, his emotions a mix of disbelief and fury.
This guy? What the hell is so great about him?!
Just some random kid from the countryside, with nothing but a half-decent face to his name. No manners, no sense of his place, no tact…
Meanwhile, the comment section was in chaos.
[The sheer audacity. I’m no longer mad—I’m just here to witness this absolute clown in action.]
[“Do you know who I am?” LMAO wow, so impressive 2333333]
[dbq (sorry), @LinRuiFans—didn’t y’all say he was a soft, sweet little angel? Please come explain this foul-mouthed fishwife behavior lmfaooo]
[Character arc: shattered. Why is Lin Rui even talking like this…? Does he not realize the livestream is still running?]
[FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CAN THIS DUDE SHUT UP?? I JUST WANNA HEAR THE PRETTY BOY SING. STOP RUINING THE EXPERIENCE.]
Fang Huai finished the last line of his song, and as if by magic, the birds in his hands visibly perked up, their condition improving before everyone’s eyes.
Only then did he slowly lift his gaze toward Lin Rui.
His light amber eyes, clear and pure, reflected Lin Rui’s twisted expression within them.
And that look…
How to describe it?
The boy wasn’t doing anything special—just looking at him, seriously and intently.
Yet, somehow, it felt like he could see straight through him.
As if every filthy, rotten corner of Lin Rui’s soul had been dragged into the light, stripped bare, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
A chill ran down Lin Rui’s spine, but his rage only burned hotter.
“Why the hell are you looking at me like that?!” He snapped, his voice rising.
Then, he sneered—his next words dripping with venom:
“What, were you raised without any damn manners? Some little b**** with no home training—did your mom never teach you how to behave?!”**
“I don’t have a mother,” Fang Huai said seriously.
His voice was clear and steady, flowing like a gentle spring, slow and unhurried.
[Is the little brother an orphan?]
[Judging by his situation, he seems to be struggling financially… My heart aches for him.]
“You…!” Lin Rui felt a mix of absurdity, urgency, and rage. “So what? You’re just a—”
Fang Huai twitched his nose slightly, his brows knitting together.
“What do you have in your hand?” he suddenly asked.
Lin Rui’s entire body stiffened for a moment before quickly snapping back, “None of your damn business!”
In his palm was a banned substance—a drug that could forcibly control animals. But using it was not only wrong—it was illegal. Even though he thought he had ended the livestream, he didn’t dare admit anything outright.
[His hand…]
[Wait, I was just wondering—if Lin Rui doesn’t actually have supernatural abilities, how was he controlling the birds?!]
[Huh???]
“I’m warning you,” Lin Rui gritted his teeth. “Stay the hell out of this. I paid for these birds. I can do whatever I want with them—even kill them one by one if I feel like it—”
At those words, Fang Huai’s lips pressed together, and his light amber eyes darkened.
He had always been calm, his emotions rarely fluctuating too much. But at this moment, everyone could feel it clearly—he was angry.
From a distance, just outside the camera’s view, a mournful cry suddenly rang out from one of the black drongos in a cage.
Like a single pebble dropped into still water, the cry sent ripples crashing outward—the other five or six birds in the cage began slamming themselves against the bars, struggling violently.
Even the birds resting in Fang Huai’s palms and on his shoulders stretched their necks and let out piercing calls!
Lin Rui and his assistant were thrown into utter chaos. They never imagined that the drugged birds—ones they had already subdued—could still unleash such incredible strength.
CRACK!
One bird smashed through the cage bars.
Then another.
And another.
Flapping their wings with all their might, they flew toward Fang Huai.
It was a sight so majestic it could almost be called breathtaking.
Fang Huai opened his hands, catching each bird with ease, his crystal-clear eyes never leaving Lin Rui.
For some reason, Lin Rui felt a chill run down his spine.
Meanwhile, the livestream chat exploded.
[“I paid for them”?! So what, that gives you the right to kill them however you want?! This dude’s morals are disgusting.]
[Holy sh*t. The way these birds reacted… Lin Rui is 100% abusing them. Confirmed.]
[When that first bird cried out, I nearly started crying myself.]
[+1]
[People like Lin Rui deserve karma to hit them hard.]
The sparrow in Fang Huai’s palm suddenly lifted its head, chirping loudly.
The other birds responded instantly, their cries overlapping in waves.
Fang Huai listened carefully for a moment, then turned back to Lin Rui, his gaze turning chillingly cold.
His berry-colored lips curled up just slightly, but the expression faded as quickly as it came.
His nose was still a little red from the cold, but his eyes remained bright and unwavering as he looked at Lin Rui and said,”They said you bullied them.”
“Please prepare yourself.”
[Does this mean… he can actually understand birds??? Does little brother really have supernatural powers?!]
[I feel bad for him. And for the birds too…]
[Wait, y’all are still thinking? My brain completely shut down staring at his face.]
Lin Rui, already furious with nowhere to vent, snapped, “Prepare for what?!”
Fang Huai replied calmly—
“Prepare…”
Before Fang Huai could finish speaking, the sparrow in his palm suddenly burst into flight!
Just moments ago, these birds had been obediently controlled by Lin Rui. But now, as the sparrow flew straight toward him, Lin Rui barely had time to process what was happening before—
SMACK!
The sparrow slapped him across the face with its wings, then jabbed its sharp beak directly into his nose!
Lin Rui’s nose had been surgically altered, and now, it visibly shifted out of place—followed by two streams of bright red nosebleed dripping down.
Then came the black drongo, the Hwamei, the tits—
All the birds swarmed him at once, flapping their wings wildly and slapping him over and over!
The livestream chat fell silent.
For just one second.
And then—
BOOM.
The chat exploded.
Nearly 200,000 people watching the stream completely lost it.
Ah, these mob characters. When they feel regrets it’s never actually for the right things