“Mo Ran’s eyes remained closed. The tears clinging to his lashes soaked into the flimsy pillow. He’d once believed the heavens were unkind to him. Now, that seemed like an absurd joke. That wasn’t the case at all. It turned out that the heavens had been very kind to him indeed; it was his own heart that was unkind, that rendered everything dark and gloomy. It was his own fault.”
