Finishing my words, suddenly his grip on my arm grew stronger and his face turned serious in an instant. He spoke gently to me, but there was an emphasis on his words that made the sentence sound firm.
"What? You're afraid you will embarrass me? Just so you know, I don't have any shame anymore. Even if it was to embarrass my own family, I would have done it a long time ago. It's already fallen to the ground. So you don't have to think about whether you're going to embarrass me in there or not. It's not a big deal at all. Don't worry."
I looked at him in disbelief. He was very stubborn to always keep his words. During my time with him, he had never licked his own saliva without compulsion. When he made a promise, he would keep it even if it didn't benefit him at all. Therein laid his pride, therein the shame was in his words — his actions were just selfishness — his selfishness that made him think he had no shame anymore.
