"You're marrying her?" the elder Mrs. Quan murmured, repeating Quan Yu's words. Knowing this son never spoke falsehoods, she still couldn't help but ask again, "Do you know what you're saying?"
Quan Yu returned her gaze calmly, his eyes clear. "I know."
"What if I don't agree?"
"You will agree." Quan Yu's tone was full of certainty.
The elder Mrs. Quan fell silent for a long time. She slowly let out a sigh, as if wanting to speak, but ultimately said nothing. An unknown amount of time passed; the air seemed to have solidified, and the second hand of the steel watch on Quan Yu's wrist moved soundlessly.
"I have another question for you."
Quan Yu said, "Go ahead."
"Your affection for Xiaowan, is it genuine, or is it just a passing..." The old woman trailed off, finding it difficult to complete the sentence.
Quan Yu uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, his elbows propped on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry."
