"What do you mean?" I do not understand what she asks. I would hope she knows events happen that change people. Even then I cannot think of anything in particular she would be upset about. And I don't owe her or anyone an explanation for what I don't desire to speak of.
"You are the god of love and marriage—the Love Immortal or Fox Immortal as some say," Ai begins, "Everyone in the Flower Pavilion often came to tell us what you have done for mortals and immortals alike. We all believed you to make a beautiful immortal with a loving heart full of warmth and care. But I have come to learn that perhaps you might be more coldhearted than the world has given you credit for."
I feign hurt because I know it was the world that made me this way. "And why do you think that?" As I say the words I begin to realize something quite unpleasant and vow to never reveal anything to her regarding my childhood.