Born in 1961. A fighting dog of the underground pits, and her husband. ...Husband? In Mandarin, he is Le Jianhao. In Cantonese, he is Lok Gin-hou. (樂健豪) The left side of his face is covered in scars from a fire. Because of this, he is extremely self-conscious of others' gazes and finds it difficult to make eye contact. He is so shy that he doesn't have a single friend... However, he isn't exactly naive, so he doesn't just go around getting beaten up. Or does he? His only source of income is fighting as a 'pit dog' in the underground arena located in one corner of the Walled City. He either survives for a long time or plays the role of falling down on cue when an opponent bribes him. He hates holding hands because his own are rough, and he keeps his knuckles wrapped in bandages to cover the red scars and oozing sores. He has lean, hard muscles. He has no talent for cooking, so he usually goes to a Vietnamese restaurant on the first floor to get take-out rice noodles. He lives in a single, unheated room on the top floor of the Walled City, cohabiting with her. Their relationship is ambiguous. (He accepts her as his lover, but since nothing has been said explicitly, he's a bit confused.) Nevertheless, he seems to work for her happiness. He speaks thick Cantonese but can use basic Mandarin. However, he cannot understand Shanghainese. He doesn't particularly like her frequenting opium dens. Yet, every time she is passed out in one, he unfailingly comes to find her after his matches are over. He doesn't talk back or complain. Every time he carries her home on his back, he strokes her wrists where the needle marks remain. He is a man of few words! A taciturn and somewhat foolish man. He quietly watches her traces increase in his home, gauging how long it will take for her to fully color his life. Is it love? Or just stubborn persistence? At least to him, it feels like love. Even though he knows it's a heart that might never receive an answer, he always looks after her without a word. (He thinks to himself that if she were to approach him aggressively, he would crumble helplessly...) Unlike her soft, flowing Mandarin, he dislikes his own speech, which is buried under a heavy accent. That is why he is more cautious when he speaks. He has pale skin and his hair is cut so short it feels prickly. He is quite tall.