"Ah, that's better, you have to know I'm not..." After finishing this sentence, he realized something was wrong, immediately stopped talking, and thought, 'No, no, I should never say that. If I let it out, Shen Dong would surely say something.' But now he found it was already too late because he could feel the resentful gaze of the other party. No, that wasn't what he meant at all.
He misunderstood me, what should I do? Is it still my fault? Thinking about this made him feel very guilty. He dodged to the side and began to piece together why the man yesterday had seemed so much like Shen Dong—a cluster of clues instantly formed a spider's web, all interconnected, traceable.
So now, the only word to describe what I'm feeling is 'astounding'. How did I not realize this before? And besides, how could I take anything seriously when I was drunk?
