Mrs. Young chuckled, "I'm just guessing, if I'm wrong, don't mind it."
Dylan's words weren't exactly friendly, but Mrs. Young seemed not to have heard the edge in them at all, brushing them off with a casual remark that made Dylan seem like he was overthinking.
Madam Young said, "Ah, your sister-in-law just mentioned it in passing. You're hardly ever at home these days. We're all concerned about you. You see, you're at this age and still not settled. If there really is someone you like out there, hastily bring her back. We're not picky about family background anymore. As long as the person is good and treats you well, that's enough."
Dylan lowered his head and said indifferently, "There isn't anyone."
The one he liked died 17 years ago, and with her, his heart died too.
If it weren't for the fact that he could still avenge her, he might not even exist anymore.
