The man tried his hardest to kill himself, repeatedly. But each and every time, the shadow stopped him. Uncle Bug was crying again, with a face that was full of regret and pain.
The man had been savagely injured, but he couldn't be free and allow himself to die.
"Little Yan, stop this!" Uncle Bug guiltily pleaded.
"What did you expect? Is this what you wanted me to become?" the man angrily responded.
In continued tears, Uncle Bug exclaimed, "I didn't want to, but you were sick! It said it would fix you. I didn't expect..."
Uncle Bug's tears did not relent.
"He fixed me, and I am not dead..." The man was laughing, but it was a laughter of hysteria. This was worse than him crying.
"I am sorry," Uncle Bug said.
The man, who was laughing like a madman, responded, "You are not! You made me suffer something that was worse than being killed."