The shrug doesn't seem all that apologetic, from where Di Feisheng is staring at him in a kind of grim confusion, lips pressed in a firm line, looking not unlike he's just realized he's in a battle going south and never anticipated such an outcome. Which is, honestly, a fair descriptor for what just happened, albeit on a small scale; he's not sure who he's more annoyed with in this moment. Though just as in such a fight, he is no less determined to turn things around from this momentary upset. See if he forgets how fast Li Xiangyi is again, any time soon, no matter how sick he is. See if he forgets there are still some drops of fight left somewhere in the corners of him.
He looks back to roughly where he'd tracked the thing's trajectory--it was a pretty good throw for a man at death's door, but he's no longer interested in doing those calculations--and can easily spy it, riding the waves tauntingly. It's worthless overall but a crucial part of his shaming plan, and the look he flicks back to Li Lianhua is appropriately pained. No point to even trying to lock him in place, even if Di Feisheng weren't useless himself currently; he'd just hurt himself further undoing it and getting away, stubborn and petty as he is. Certainly no point in just telling him to stay put, and Di Feisheng doesn't bother, just makes a pre-emptively disapproving face.
The temptation is strong to ignore this stupid trick and just grab the wretched man playing it, but Li Lianhua wouldn't be fighting back this way if the threat weren't dire, and therefore very strategically well chosen, as he knew it would be. It's just that he will still very much have to wade into the ocean after that device if he wants to make good on that threat, and that makes him sigh from the bottom of his soon-to-be-wet shoes, though with any luck the sound of the waves will cover it. Li Lianhua is going to live to regret this, if the world runs on spite as much as it seems to. At least he doesn't have any stab wounds to take into the water, for once.
"Don't think this is over," is all he says, because it's suitably threatening when delivered in a warning grumble for how he feels about all this, and because it actually would be sort of nice if Li Lianhua gave up just this one time instead of thrashing like a fish in a net, and not at all because he's strangely reluctant to turn his back on him again. So very, very troublesome. With such a mantra, he wades in.
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See if he forgets there are still some drops of fight left somewhere in the corners of him.He looks back to roughly where he'd tracked the thing's trajectory--it was a pretty good throw for a man at death's door, but he's no longer interested in doing those calculations--and can easily spy it, riding the waves tauntingly. It's worthless overall but a crucial part of his shaming plan, and the look he flicks back to Li Lianhua is appropriately pained. No point to even trying to lock him in place, even if Di Feisheng weren't useless himself currently; he'd just hurt himself further undoing it and getting away, stubborn and petty as he is. Certainly no point in just telling him to stay put, and Di Feisheng doesn't bother, just makes a pre-emptively disapproving face.
The temptation is strong to ignore this stupid trick and just grab the wretched man playing it, but Li Lianhua wouldn't be fighting back this way if the threat weren't dire, and therefore very strategically well chosen, as he knew it would be. It's just that he will still very much have to wade into the ocean after that device if he wants to make good on that threat, and that makes him sigh from the bottom of his soon-to-be-wet shoes, though with any luck the sound of the waves will cover it. Li Lianhua is going to live to regret this, if the world runs on spite as much as it seems to. At least he doesn't have any stab wounds to take into the water, for once.
"Don't think this is over," is all he says, because it's suitably threatening when delivered in a warning grumble for how he feels about all this, and because it actually would be sort of nice if Li Lianhua gave up just this one time instead of thrashing like a fish in a net, and not at all because he's strangely reluctant to turn his back on him again. So very, very troublesome. With such a mantra, he wades in.