A child would know the game, [ jiang cheng sighs, relieved at least that outing wangji's secrets counted for something since he suspects he'll be paying for it later. or, perhaps, wangji's opinion of him can sink no lower while wangji's desire to invite pain and suffering and pox upon him can climb no higher, and whatever has been staying wangji's hand will continue to keep him still. jiang cheng wonders if anyone's told lan wangji that the red string of fate is not to be meant to used for that kind of bondage.

...at any rate— ]

I should refrain from participating. My embarrassments are many, as I'm sure you'll be eager to vouch for, but secrets they are not.