We Chinese did not like to give or receive certain gifts for superstitious reasons; knives, because they could sever a relationship, handkerchiefs for they portended weeping; and clocks as they were thought to measure out the days of your life.
When Lim Tian Ching had complimented me, I had merely felt revulsion, but praise from Er Lang made my chest flutter unexpectedly. That fascinating voice was an unfair advantage, I thought.
I thought that in the grand scheme of things I was no more effective than a mouse deer, hiding my defenseless self here and there and called out by the drumming of information in dribs and drabs.