This question, heard by Shang Dongyuan, seemed to transform into a heavy blow, striking his entire heart into trembling.
Was he... blaming her?
You could say yes, but also no.
She indeed shouldn't have hidden it from him, but he shouldn't have failed to recognize her either.
Ultimately, whose fault was it?
Even Shang Dongyuan himself couldn't figure it out, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting here drinking away his sorrows.
"I... can't make it clear either."
More than half of the good liquor on the table was consumed, mostly handled by Shang Dongyuan.
From start to finish, Xing Chen only gently swirled a glass of brandy in his hand.
He drank very little, spending most of the time in contemplation.
He was accustomed to watching the rhythm of the liquid being swirled in the glass, as if viewing the multitude of beings from a high vantage point.
Buddha said, one flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi.
This vast world is merely a microcosm.
