It's truly a fool who tries the same thing twice and longs for a different result. Just as in that other moment, when such similar words were spoken, Li Lianhua is left with nothing but regret as Di Feisheng refuses to release them from the bond of obligation, will set free neither Li Lianhua nor himself. Di Feisheng is right, it would never have mattered if he's lying or not; meeting again after his last farewell was always going to be as agonizing as being dragged from the edge of the sea, for both of them. You could have passed through unscathed, if only...
His smile wanes with a small conceding nod, though a shadow of it hangs on as his gaze also drops and then wanders back out to the waves with not a little longing. I won't trouble you for long, he wants to say, but that at least he can spare Di Feisheng. It wouldn't be well received, despite all its sincerity. It seems that most things he can give Di Feisheng suffer this fault. "Di-mengzhu is too assertive. I can only listen well and better myself." For all that the words are meant to be mockingly placating (or placatingly mocking), there's too much weariness to quite live up to the task.
But since there is no rest for him yet, other matters must be taken care of. Don't they always? After a moment of silence, he draws in a bracing breath through his nose, as if to benefit from the rich sea air, or just break through the knot in his chest. Either way, it'll excuse the reediness in his voice. "Oh, by the way. If you see Fang Duobing around, can you not tell him I'm here? You know what he's like, he'd only waste all his time fussing and nagging, instead of working on getting back home. Ah, a favor to him, not me," he hurries to preclude any nitpicking.
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His smile wanes with a small conceding nod, though a shadow of it hangs on as his gaze also drops and then wanders back out to the waves with not a little longing. I won't trouble you for long, he wants to say, but that at least he can spare Di Feisheng. It wouldn't be well received, despite all its sincerity. It seems that most things he can give Di Feisheng suffer this fault. "Di-mengzhu is too assertive. I can only listen well and better myself." For all that the words are meant to be mockingly placating (or placatingly mocking), there's too much weariness to quite live up to the task.
But since there is no rest for him yet, other matters must be taken care of. Don't they always? After a moment of silence, he draws in a bracing breath through his nose, as if to benefit from the rich sea air, or just break through the knot in his chest. Either way, it'll excuse the reediness in his voice. "Oh, by the way. If you see Fang Duobing around, can you not tell him I'm here? You know what he's like, he'd only waste all his time fussing and nagging, instead of working on getting back home. Ah, a favor to him, not me," he hurries to preclude any nitpicking.