"I'm afraid this young dan actress won't be coming back anymore. I must have inconvenienced you all—though I thought the incense of a whole sixty years would suffice for kindness. Turns out my old face... is useless!"
Master Jiangxin strolled through the backstage of the opera garden, two female Taoist priests trailing behind him. Hearing his endless sighs and groans, they merely exchanged glances and shook their heads.
Just moments ago, both had tried to persuade him. The two women also enjoyed listening to opera, but their interest was far from the obsession Master Jiangxin had for drama. Missing out was regrettable, yes, but it was only regret.
Yet Master Jiangxin, this senior, seemed guilt-ridden as if his life hung in the balance. Since the actress could not be induced to return, he insisted on bringing them backstage for a look, no matter what.
Afraid others might develop biases against opera, or grow weary of it.
