13.8 Philanthropy

LanXu's PoV

LanXu tried to ease his frown in the mirror as it fogged up. It's better if it becomes hazy like it is, there is little familiarity with the face he sees anyway. How long does he have to linger in life, exactly when will he be able to rest in a grave without waking up again? Over and over and over, he is thrown into life, terrible as it may be, and he is unable to escape.

"Tch." LanXu smacked his fists on the mirror, just lightly enough to express his annoyance, but not to harm the mirror in any way. "Pathetic." Exactly who, or what those words were directed at, he wondered.