Qian watched her as Bai Jin poured herself another glass; the drink going down was so bitter that she couldn't tell whether it was his leftover tears or hers.
"If his dad really outlives us all, I'll let that old man live long enough to watch us doing just fine."
"As a mutual friend of you two, there's something I'm not really supposed to say, but as a doctor I still have to be objective: what you think of as 'forever' might just be a mistaken obsession. After all, you two never even really started. Maybe you should put this feeling aside for now. The world has so many views you can't afford to miss besides love. If in the end you find out he's not suitable for you at all, after all that time slipping by, how many truly suitable people will you have missed?"
Once feelings rise to the level of marriage, they're very much like kids buying a lucky bag.
There are all kinds of toys in a lucky bag; when you buy it, everyone does so with anticipation and fondness.
