After Sarah left, Allen stood up and walked around the yard. The observers had changed positions long ago and were now hiding at the intersection with bottles in hands, chatting while drowning themselves in alcohol. Clearly, they were not paying attention at all.
Allen went back inside his house and carefully locked the door. He sat down at the table again and whispered, "Xia Fei, what do you think of Sarah?"
Xia Fei was shocked as this came out of nowhere; Allen was clearly hinting at something else.
"Oh, Sarah's not bad; why are you asking?" Xia Fei gave a vague reply.
Allen downed a glass of alcohol with a bitter look on his face.
"Sarah's about to marry," said Allen helplessly as he set down the glass.
"Congratulations."
"Congratulations?" Allen was dumbfounded before smiling bitterly. "You wouldn't say that if you knew whom she's marrying."
