Ivy Miller looked at Henry Sullivan and immediately felt this uncle was truly pitiful.
She pouted sympathetically at him, "Uncle, you are so pitiful.
Everyone else gets to marry the bride, and the person isn't me.
It turns out that such coincidental love really exists in real life.
I express my deepest condolences for your past love."
Henry Sullivan was initially feeling quite heavy-hearted because of reminiscing the past.
But now, with her words, his mood suddenly turned a bit indescribable, condolences?
Is it that he's really getting old, or is it that her way of speaking is just too unique?
As he looked at her, she stepped forward and raised her hand high to pat his shoulder.
"Uncle, don't be sad about the past, in love, the old leaves so the new can come."
Henry Sullivan tapped her forehead speechlessly: "Can you not talk so sarcastically?"
"Where am I being sarcastic," she pouted at him, "this is just how I speak, okay?
