Gu Yuze heard the sound of loud sobbing by the side of the bed the moment he woke up. He did not have to concentrate to hear the person, the voice was loud, clear and familiar.
"Oh! It is all my fault. If not for me, you would not be dead. You would marry and have 12 children and..."
Gu Yuze accurately grabbed the pillow and flung it towards the person crying, hitting him squarely on the face.
"Su Renshu. Are you cursing me?" He gritted his teeth.
Su Renshu threw the pillow back at him, his eyes aflamed with a grin. He had been sobbing so loudly but there was no kind of redness or teartrack on his face.
"How is that a curse? Do you know how many people pray for children everyday? There is a sport called football. If you Taoists are more cultured, you would know it. What was I saying?"
Was he always this chatty? Su Renshu wore a bright lemon top and Gu Yuze could feel a headache just looking at him.
