Xiong Er's face was wrapped in a white cloth, supporting Jing Xiaosi with one hand as he seemed faint from prolonged diarrhea, his eyes vacant.
Having lived so many years, when had he ever had to watch someone suffer from diarrhea like this, a torment arguably worse than having his heart gouged out with a knife?
He truly felt he was suffering a severe punishment.
"What bad deeds have I done to deserve such lingering torture?" mumbled Xiong Er.
Limp and trembling all over, Jing Xiaosi appeared as if he had been fished out of the water, sweating profusely, with a pale face and white lips. He lacked even the strength to respond; had he not been flanked by Xiong Er and a servant, he might well have fallen into the toilet bucket.
Xiong Er was in agony, and he, too, had lost all face, with this disgraceful episode likely to become a lifelong joke.
Jing Xiaosi shut his eyes.
