"If you have a choice in not having a choice about coming,” Fu Meng-po says, eyebrows cocked out from behind the frame of his sunglasses, “then it's not a kidnapping."

“You’re not fun,” Kuan-hung complains. “At all.”

By the time Sui Zhou returns with breakfast, Tang Fan has expended every effort to do nothing more than roll over in their bed, putting his back to both the door and the day.

Before Lan Yi is alone with the Yin Iron, she's alone with the Yin Iron and Baoshan Sanren.

Or: being immortal means always having to say you're sorry.

Sui Zhou's WeChat starts firing off around midday, which does at least immediately pare down the pool of potential suspects.

Before Antony is dispatched to Rome, he and Caesar have some business to settle.

Stewy and Kendall have a standing arrangement at Harvard.

Richard likes secrets, and Mowbray likes oaths.

If Jiang Cheng kills him here — so long as he sits with Wei Wuxian’s body in this field until he grows cold, and he does not return to Lotus Pier — his life will have been worth its cost.

After— after. When Tang Fan is home, and safe, Sui Zhou sees to it that he is comfortable, then moves to take leave of his imposition.

Every game has a winner.