Synopsis
I'd heard my sworn enemy had been in a car crash. His mind had supposedly regressed to that of a three-year-old. When my assistant sent me the schedule for visiting him, I admit it—I laughed out loud. I immediately ordered the biggest, flashiest fruit basket available and headed for the hospital. I had to see his miserable state for myself. He was quietly building Lego in his hospital room. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. “Gege, pick me up.” I pushed his face away in disgust. A second later, his warm breath brushed my ear. In a voice only the two of us could hear, he murmured: “Stop moving. Keep that up and you're going to turn me on.”