There is always a dangerous relationship between us. You never mentioned it, and I never pointed it out.
There is such a tacit understanding that they dislike each other but cherish each other.
But it's also the case, the cracks are widening.
I was cleaning windows at the time.
"What did you say to her?" His tone was cold and his eyes were sharp.
It's like a basin of cold water poured down in the ice and snow.
"What would I say? What could I say? I said I wish you happiness, and then I didn't."
The rag in his hand was suddenly torn off with force, and I saw the deep wariness and distrust in his eyes.
If you don't trust me, why do you ask me?
Every sentence, every word, is deeply rooted in Lingchi.