[oh, Quentin. Jin Guangyao is very good at this dance. he recognizes the shape of it, even if he doesn't know which steps are being omitted by Quentin's agreement. and he knows, too, that nothing good will come from calling him on it.
he lifts one hand to cradle his cheek and, smiling wistfully, says,]
Very well. I won't worry.
[as though to say 'see? you don't buy this shit either, do you?' but he doesn't push the issue beyond that.]
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he lifts one hand to cradle his cheek and, smiling wistfully, says,]
Very well. I won't worry.
[as though to say 'see? you don't buy this shit either, do you?' but he doesn't push the issue beyond that.]