No, even paper figures aren't this fragile. Perhaps comparing them to balloon people would be more apt—they burst at the lightest touch of a finger, even more fragile than balloons.
Walking down the street with the carefree mood of someone out for a stroll, Gao Shou couldn't help but feel as though he were in another lifetime.
"Get in, Chu Jian!" As I was walking along, a car pulled up beside me and Uncle Hai poked his head out.
Chapter 189