“Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who was tired. Maomao hadn’t slept well either. And she finally snapped.
“You always tell me I should use my words, Master Jinshi, but are you really in a position to criticize? Everything you tell me, everything you do, it’s as if it’s calculated to avoid having to say what you really mean! Just say it! So I can understand you, okay? You know, you remind me of someone. You act exactly like a man who used to come to our brothel all the time. He was in love with one of the girls, but never said it. He thought it should be obvious from the way he acted. He was so sure that something good would happen with that woman that he didn’t even send her a letter. I remember how devastated he looked when someone else swooped in and took her away. He kept coming back to the brothel afterward—to get drunk and lament to the other girls. So then, why didn’t he just avoid disappointment by telling the woman how he felt? In a clear and unequivocal way, so she’d know even if she didn’t understand subtle clues. It was the least he could have done.”
It all came out in a torrent. She felt like she had spat everything out in one breath. It was strange, though—those words had just slipped from her mouth.”
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Natsu Hyuuga,
The Apothecary Diaries (Light Novel): Volume 7