Dear Mei from House of Flying Daggers,

I understand that not every girl treasures candy long past its expiration date just because some guy distracted some bullies. However, the only wind you could ever be is the one which blows from my ass.

You have access to a network of spies and plenty of your own subterfuge skills. You can give messages. Wanting to live a carefree life does not give you the right to lead someone on for 3 years while you make it your duty to flirt with the enemy and decide that a 3-day affair is the epitome of romance.


Thinking you're a total slut,
the mute girl from Kung Fu Hustle

PS: I cheered my windy ass off when that second dagger flew true.