He shouted helplessly, "I mean."
"Yes." She smiled slightly, "Master." Just like when he called her before, her eyes were bright, but filled with tears.
He knew she eventually forgave him, even though he had done nothing wrong.
How do I know that he doesn't love me? He's as stupid as me, and it took him three whole lifetimes, eight thousand years.
Master, really, it's not wrong not to love.
You should understand me, just like the south wind.