Liang Chen's hand, which was holding the seat belt, hesitated for a moment, not uttering a sound. He just clicked the seat belt into place and started the car.
Liang Chen's mother stood outside the car, looking at her younger son who was sitting in the car with a stern face, heaved a sigh, and said, "Chen, sometimes, relationships between people rely on fate. It might just be that you and her do not have this fate. You are already 26, and in just two months you'll be 27. You're not young anymore. Look at your cousin, he's already married. You really should think about finding someone else."
Liang Chen remained silent, gently turning the steering wheel, maneuvering the car around a bend. Looking out the window at his mother, he said, "Mom, I'll go first."
