“I’m sorry. Truly sorry. I don’t ask for your forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive. I know. But one thing, just one thing that I need you to listen, to understand. I’m fucked up. I’m not all right. I’m pained. I wasn’t myself on the rainy day. I’ve been torn up and living in hell. You ...”
Here the beguiled Mei broke into a brittle laugh. This time, she had not the slightest sympathy. The more he suff ered, the gladder she was. But it was as though one thought oneself always suff ering more than the others.