The middle-aged woman glared at him, "Can't handle her? You're a man! Where's your backbone? Besides, being strong isn't a bad thing. A strong woman can give birth more easily. And if she's this strong, it's probably because her family's well-off. You're just too clueless to see it."
"I don't want her anyway."
"Are you trying to make me angry? Her family's so well-off, and you're complaining about her being strong? Look at yourself! You've gotten so thin these past few months, you look like you're on the verge of collapsing. She hasn't even complained about you being as skinny as a chicken. How dare you say she's too strong? Fine, this one's too strong for you. What about the last one? If you don't give me a good reason, I'm disowning you as my nephew!"
"The last one… she was too pretty," the young man said, lowering his eyes. "She was so beautiful, I was afraid I couldn't handle her."
