[It's only an honest phrase, but it stings. So much of them had become lost because of the Wens, and it fills him again with a sour and bitter taste.
And then when the Wens were gone, even when things looked as if they might be relatively normal, they continued to not be at all.
He does not look back at Huaisang; instead, he lifts his head enough to peer out under the sharp curve of the gazebo roof.] Do you hate me for it? [There is no use pretending as if Huaisang is a no-good headshaker. Huaisang isn't.]
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And then when the Wens were gone, even when things looked as if they might be relatively normal, they continued to not be at all.
He does not look back at Huaisang; instead, he lifts his head enough to peer out under the sharp curve of the gazebo roof.] Do you hate me for it? [There is no use pretending as if Huaisang is a no-good headshaker. Huaisang isn't.]