Chang didn't speak for a long time. Eventually, he said with difficulty, "Discrimination fills this city everywhere, northerners against southerners, Anglo-Saxons against Irish. Chinese people are no different—we can survive here as well. If the Irish can become citizens, so can we. With my knowledge and mind, we could live quite well here."
Yanzi stared at Chang Yu blankly, "Chang, you like it here, don't you?"
"..."
Chang Yu lowered his head, "I, I don't know."
"Then, have you thought about going back?"
Yanzi asked softly.
Chang Yu smiled dryly, "I've lived in San Francisco for so many years, and my braid has long been cut. Going back would mean losing my head."
"Chang, cutting off the braid from your head is easy." Yanzi looked at Chang Yu and said, "But cutting off the braid in your heart is much harder."
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