Mei was more horrifi ed. She couldn’t imagine what would happen next.
What was there to say?
Mei frowned, thinking harder, pacing to and fro. One sure thing was that she’d rather deceive herself or be deceived once more by Bing, than put the life of their children at risk.
“Okay. Do whatever you think is right.” She yawned powerlessly, murmuring, “Nothing is right. Everything seems wrong.”
Mei was tired of such an exhausting ending of their conversation. She suddenly hated Bing more than ever. Nothing was unfamiliar. Nothing was unusual. It had always been Bing who asked her for money, and she in the end never said no. And that night was no exception.