"The last time you hit me so hard, I figured this is something I should tell you," Yukon Carbon said. "I'm not here to boast, but to tell you that I'll take good care of her, at least better than you did."
Sylvan Cheney sneered, dismissively: "If you don't mind that she lived with me before, then go ahead and get engaged."
"Sylvan Cheney, even now, are you still saying things like this to me? Have you thought about what her reaction would be if she heard you say this after coming with me? Do you really have to hurt her with such words?"
A hint of somberness flickered in Sylvan Cheney's eyes, and he eventually turned his gaze away, saying softly, "Congratulations."
"We don't want insincere congratulations. Since it's a wedding, it's the most important moment in a lifetime. I don't want insincere blessings."
"They're sincere," his voice was faint yet clear.
They are sincere.
After he spoke, neither said a word for a long time.
