My brother has left. He'll go somewhere safe, I hope.
He's always been kind and caring. I guess it is because of this that he cannot live with this humiliation.
Do men have more honour so that it may be wounded, or are women simply stronger to bear the lashing, I wonder.
I do not know how to act to Que. She is not the one at fault here, but sadly left on the wrong side. If I tell her where my brother Ton is, someone might hear and go after him. I will put my and my family's survival as my biggest priority. I'll bear Chinh's whip of words. I'll pretend to accept what he deems me to be, so that I may live to rebuild our lost honour. Hard times shall pass eventually.
Poor Que. Poor, poor Que. How hard it must be to be in such a dilemma. It appears to be a dilemma, yet she has no choice at all.
Blood of the family runs thick, and her brother is good with words.
They seemed so happy, too... Ton and her... How unfair life can be.
(I'm sorry this is very short but my arm feels like it's going to burn up and fall off whenever I type soooo..)
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