Old or young, homely or beautiful, every woman in the quarter was taught to strive for the same goal. Harmony was what Auntie had called it, but it wasn’t peace. It was silence. Feel whatever you needed to feel, but bury it deep. On the surface, there must be tranquility, gaiety and beauty. Such was the façade of the pleasure quarter. Mingyu had become so adept at being pleasing.
but it wasn't peace. It was silence.
Gawd, this scene. Mingyu's quiet desperation is heating up.
Maybe current issues had this scene hitting hard but, ooof, Mingyu wanting to say to hell with silence.
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