"I'm not going!" Anna sobbed, kicking the vanity in disarray.
Catherine was at her wit's end, she said helplessly, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault. You're a good person, Mr. M is a good person; I'm the only bad person. Mr. M must be thinking of you day and night, his soul not at rest, just wanting to fly back to your side. And he's absolutely faithful, even if surrounded by a dozen flirty Paratu girls vying for his attention, he remains unmoved and resists temptation."
"You are really annoying!" Anna laughed through her tears, "Where did you learn to talk like that? Which... little... where did you pick up such language?!"
"That's how men talk." Catherine snorted lightly, "You think they're all saints?"
"These letters were written by Mr. M in Tanyria." Anna still blushed when she mentioned her lover's name, so she always referred to him as Mr. M, "He didn't have the chance to give them to me before he was taken to Paratu."
