Awen was too ashamed to face anyone, so he ignored everything—his father Fengfeng, his master Doctor Sun, and Shi Po. Finding a secluded patch of grass all by himself, he hid away, consumed by a remorse so deep he wished he were dead.
At this time of day, the village should be filled with the fragrant aromas of cooking. Every household ought to be bustling with life as dinner was prepared over the stove.
Yet that kind of life no longer belonged to him. He had committed a grave mistake, and he felt that others would never forgive him. Right now, he wanted to die of regret, his face burning red enough to drip blood.
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