āThey were all four of them drowning in the unfamiliar, and they saw in each other a raft, and clinging to one another was the only way to stay afloat.ā
Happiness is fleeting in a Kuang novel š
āWhy had they refused to see the myriad ways they could hurt each other? Why had they not paused to interrogate their differences in birth, in raising, that meant they were not and could never be on the same side?
— Jun 14, 2024 10:48AM
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