Twyla's mouth was slightly open, but she was stumped for words.
She was overwhelmed by her emotions.
Nonetheless, what Zane said next was like cold water splashed onto Twyla.
It was as though she was thrown to Icy Land and her body was freezing.
Zane said, "Twyla, you're still young and you have a long way to go in life. You don't have to follow me anymore. You can get married and be in a family union, just like the people in the playground."
Twyla felt extreme bitterness.
She had overthought earlier.
"God, I will follow you all my life. There's nothing I could do other than following you," declared Twyla.
"Twyla, what's the point?" Zane asked.
"God, I will follow you forever." Twyla remained stubborn.
"Twyla, look. Isn't the happiness of a family union better than following me?" Zane persuaded.
