He stared across the Sea of China sitting inside a sushi bar in Otaru Port thinking absent-mindedly about that slim Chinese girl in Xidi Village when a tiny drop of soya sauce fell on his shirt sleeve and doggedly defied to be washed clean for the rest of his life like the pretty face of the Japanese waitress.
He spent the day debating in his mind, should he or should he not, only to realise towards early evening that there was no third choice. She arrived precisely at the same conclusion, but not before early next morning, which, alas, was a tragedy.
He was madly in love with her though she was madly in love with him. But he was madly in love with her. Whereas she was madly in love with him. Yet, he was madly in love with her already, as we saw at the very beginning of this heartbreaking tale.