“...Young man, my heart is wronged, my body is wronged, but I don't blame you, my cruel beloved.
The silver candles burn high, the embroidered bed lies broad: will you come tonight?
Whether we quarrel or not, let us settle it first; say what you mean and say it plainly.
I am utterly sincere, but you are faithless: which of us is truly to blame?...”
The pain clutched at her heart. Zhi Yanyou sang the little tune bitterly, consumed by longing and regret for Bai Yixi.
