Imagine, when your back itches unbearably but you find you can't reach to scratch it. After tearing the house apart, you finally find a back scratcher, only to discover that no matter how you scratch, it just doesn't feel right. The more you scratch, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and the more you itch, the more you scratch.
A small itch turns into a big one, and eventually, it becomes an itch that lasts seven years.
Thinking about the brutal reality, it's a matter of life and death, with no relief in sight.
In the end, you collapse on the ground, clutching the back scratcher with tears streaming down, full of regret.
The lethality cannot be said to be insignificant, and the malice behind it cannot be said to be benign.
And the result, well, cannot be said to be anything but a waste...
So much so that, at this moment, Jian Yuan just wanted to ask:
"How did you manage that?"
