A Yin gazed after A Luo's retreating figure, her heart thundering, truly stoppered up. She truly didn't understand how this Yama-daren, whose second nature was romance and seeking happiness elsewhere, had the pitiful, hard to look at appearance of having been ravaged a good number of times, as if it was she herself who had taken advantage of her. Some peoples' weakness was a weapon, their weakness causing them to have courage in their convictions. A Luo had been back for a few days; A Yin had moaned and groaned in pain for a few days, like a fighting cock whose comb had been cut, propping up her head, nonplussed, occasionally shooting a glance at the passing A Luo, plaintive and aggrieved, but if A Luo were to turn her head, that plaintiveness would suddenly cover up with a hard shell, the cock's comb built up once more, parading ostentatiously about the town with a high head and a thrust-out chest. In the dead of the night, she was once more vexed, as if what was befor...